Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea this is uh Super funk you what I'm sayin
This is for all the and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this to that side
East side, side, your side, my side
It's all being funky man
Aiyyo give me that
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 bark and the be sparkin spliff
Okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on T.V. screen again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on local focal point video show
this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No no weed but I get love from all the thugs
they still my people
I'm punks 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 rappers hit the floor

How should I plead thuggin on a quest to get G's
from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin
niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police wanna see me stackin G's
after 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 I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the
Preoccupied with homocide my in danger
Rollin tha four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers
Pass the weed let Hennessey 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 projects building 70 6C
I turn food stamps to green 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 just walking
Niggaz got more game than
a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but them don't trouble we
because they fall victim to what see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album 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 dutches fill it with the we about to
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the blower, the weed grower
Have you doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check pockets
and sock it's just the way my pops taught me
you throw the drop check em throughly
The bastard might around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't make no
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't 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 lookin real cute
M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz duck down
Face you know the routine the cream
Earrings you the drama Biggie bring
get it on