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 players and playetts you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this side to that
side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about funky man
Aiyyo me that microphone
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be spliff
Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D
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 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 dynamic punks panic 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 I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies since the days of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the don't wanna see me stackin G's
They after a but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the and a nicotene
I can't sleep close my eyes I see things (demons)
I my pistol 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) that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
before the
get it on!!

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

[Grand
I thought you I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style the projects building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps power amps
and sold weed corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep
Niggaz got more game than
Seen a in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but them youth trouble 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 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)*
now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock your pockets
and your sock it's just the way my pops me
When you throw the drop em throughly
The bastard might spin and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't no moves
I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my days
when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz duck down
Face down you the routine the cream
you know the drama Biggie bring
get it on