Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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

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

How should I plead forever thuggin on a to get G's
Runnin from ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me G's
They after a but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a
I can't sleep my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my pistol by my one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in
Rollin tha four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never it till I'm gone
out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
get it on!!

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

[Grand
I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the building 70 apartment 6C
I food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or keep walking
got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody C
but them youth don't we
because they 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 dog) So let's get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the fill it with 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 flower
B.I.G. top with the glock check your pockets
and sock it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to 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 waves
Yea she had the roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola real cute
M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on