Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

[Verse 1: D]
Yeah, this is, uh, funk you know what I'm sayin'
This is for all the and playettes wherever 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
Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone, dig it
And I'm always freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
Where the bark and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliff
Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's Heavy D
Hallelujah, I'm on your TV screen
You see me on your MTV and on BET
And on local focal point video show
Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an
No sequels, no weed, but I get from all the thugs
Cause they still my
I'm punks panic when they see me
get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
get it on

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

[Verse 2:
How should I plead, forever thuggin' on a to get G's
Runnin' enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me, too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a playa but I let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes, I see things
I my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, beware of
Hand on my 4-5 that's what the does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers
the weed let that Hennessey get to me
Before the
get it on

(x2)]

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

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