Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

D]
Yea this is uh funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts 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 me that microphone
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 and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay okay okay it's D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on your focal point video show
Nigga this how it flow so fly an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love all the thugs
cause still my people
I'm dynamic panic when they see me
They get all shook up my mic's 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 the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to
Wonder why the don't wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I 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 my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down tha beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) what the fame does
I'm probably but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers
the weed let that Hennessey get to me
before the
get it on!!

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

Puba]
I you knew I stay true to this 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 power
and weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
Niggaz got more game than
a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but them youth don't we
because they fall to what they see hey!
I it +Reel to Reel+ like my last 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 fill it with the skunk we about to
get in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the flower
B.I.G. top with the glock check your pockets
and your sock it's just the way my pops me
When you throw the check em throughly
The bastard might spin and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my days
when I a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked niggaz better duck down
Face you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on