Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my
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 be sparkin spliff
okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. again
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 but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my
I'm dynamic punks panic they see me
They get all shook up when my hooked up
get it on!

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

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 have me
thinkin niggaz after me too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me G's
They a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a
I can't close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down tha four-five beware of
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the does
I'm probably wrong but I'll know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous roam
Pass the weed let Hennessey get to me
before the
get it on!!

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

Puba]
I thought you knew I stay true to this thing I do
I all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the projects building 70 6C
I turn stamps to green stamps rough power amps
and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just walking
Niggaz got more game than
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
but them youth don't we
they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it to Reel+ like my last album title song
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 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 with the glock check your pockets
and your sock it's just the way my taught me
When you throw the drop em throughly
The might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't make no
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no aight
on my swingin days
when I drove a and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had suits
Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the
Earrings you know the Biggie bring
get it on