Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this side to side
side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about 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 be sparkin spliff
Okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
I'm on your T.V. screen again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on local focal point video show
Nigga how it flow so fly like an eagle
No no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my
I'm punks 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 days of a
I'm under pressure the stress will have me
niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the don't wanna see me stackin G's
They a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a
I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked (demons)
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in
Rollin down tha four-five beware of
Hand on my 45(mm) what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
get it on!!

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

[Grand
I thought you knew I stay true to 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 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
got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now everybody C
but them don't trouble we
because they victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it to Reel+ like my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we to
get wicked in the joint uh is glorious
*cough, cough)*
now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch the glock check your pockets
and your it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em
The bastard might spin around and try to me
And dead niggaz make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no aight
on my swingin days
when I drove a and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Oshkosh-begosh lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on