Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get it On

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

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

2: 2Pac]
How should I plead, forever thuggin' on a to get G's
Runnin' from enemies ever since the of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me
Thinkin' niggas after me, much too to blink
why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a playa but I let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the for the weed and the nicotine
I sleep, close my eyes, I see wicked things
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with my life's in danger
Rollin' down the 405, beware of
on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll know it til I'm gone
From out the ghetto the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
get it on

(x2)]

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

4: Notorious B.I.G.]
(*cough, cough*)
Niggas, now who's the mind blower, the grower
Have you doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top with the Glock check your pockets
And your sockets it's the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop 'em throughly
The might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggas don't no moves
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 sported finger
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real
M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck
Face you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on