Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, this is, uh, super funk you what I'm sayin'
This is for all the players and playettes you at you dig
I'm talkin' about this side to that side
side, west side, your side, my side
It's all about funky. man
Ayo, give me that
It's Heavy D the and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always stayin' freshly dipped on
Where the dogs bark and the be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's D again
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen
You see me on MTV and on your BET
And on your local focal point show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly an eagle
No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the
they still my people
I'm dynamic punks when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's up
get it on

(x2)]
Untouchables at door
(Let's get it on)
All you rappers hit the floor

[Verse 2:
How should I plead, thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the will have me drinkin'
niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't see me stackin' G's
They after a playa but I let 'em capture me
I thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
I sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the
with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's the fame does
I'm probably but I'll never know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let Hennessey get to me
Before the
get it on

(x2)]

[Verse 3: Grand
I thought you I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps rough amps
And sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just walking
Niggas got game than Genesis
Seen a in L.A. now everybody wanna C
But them youth don't we
Because fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last title song
But I understand it takes a year for to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So get it on! yea
the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
Get wicked in the uh Notorious is glorious

[Verse 4: B.I.G.]
(*cough, cough*)
Niggas, now who's the blower, the weed grower
you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch the Glock check your pockets
And sockets it's just the way my pops taught me
you throw the drop check 'em throughly
The bastard spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggas don't make no
When I'm slingin' in the hood I don't fake no moves
on my swinger days
When I drove a Caddy and my bitch finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggas better down
Face down you know the the cream
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on