Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts you at you dig
I'm talkin about from side to that side
side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about funky man
Aiyyo give me that
It's D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin
Okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on T.V. screen again
You see me on MTV and on your BET
and on your local focal point video
Nigga this how it flow so fly an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love all the thugs
cause they still my
I'm dynamic panic when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's up
get it on!

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

How should I plead forever on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me
niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me G's
They a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the and a nicotene
I can't close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my in danger
Rollin down tha four-five of stangers
on my 45(mm) that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm
From out the gutter where the jealous roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
get it on!!

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

Puba]
I thought you I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps rough power
and sold under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just walking
got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
but them youth trouble we
they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title
but I it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the dog) So let's get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it the skunk we about to
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your
and your sock just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the check em throughly
The might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no aight
Reminiscin on my swingin
when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the the cream
you know the drama Biggie bring
get it on