Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

D]
Yea is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this side to that
East side, side, your side, my side
all about being funky man
Aiyyo me that 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 it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on local focal point video show
Nigga this how it so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get from all the thugs
they still my people
I'm dynamic panic when 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 enemies since the days of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me G's
They after a playa but I let em capture me
I gotta thank the for the weed and a nicotene
I sleep close 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 down tha four-five of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the 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 rappers hit the floor

Puba]
I you knew I stay 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 turn stamps to green stamps rough power amps
and sold under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just walking
Niggaz got more than Genesis
Seen a in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but them youth don't we
they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title
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 it with the skunk we about to
get wicked in the uh Notorious is glorious
*cough, cough)*
now who's the mind blower, the weed 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 around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't 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 sported finger waves
Yea she had the roots I had Sarducci suits
Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked niggaz better duck down
down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you the drama Biggie bring
get it on