Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea this is uh funk you know what I'm sayin
is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm about from this side to that 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 staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
I'm on your T.V. screen again
You see me on MTV and on your BET
and on your focal point video show
Nigga this how it so fly like an eagle
No sequels no but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my
I'm dynamic punks panic when see me
They get all shook up when my hooked up
get it on!

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

How should I forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me too paranoid to blink
why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I won't let em me
I gotta thank the for the weed and a nicotene
I can't sleep close my I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my in danger
Rollin down tha beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it I'm gone
From out the gutter the jealous motherfuckers 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 rappers hit the

[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 food stamps to green stamps 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
Niggaz got game than Genesis
Seen a in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but youth don't trouble we
they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my album title song
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 is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your
and your sock it's the way my pops taught me
you throw the drop check em throughly
The might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swingin
when I drove a Caddy and my bitch finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the the cream
Earrings you know the Biggie bring
get it on