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 side to that side
East side, West side, side, my side
It's all about being man
Aiyyo me that microphone
It's Heavy D the and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying dipped on 1-2-5th
where the bark and the dreadlock 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 your focal point video show
this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause 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 your
(Let's get it on)
All you wack rappers hit the

How should I plead forever on a quest to get G's
Runnin from ever since the days of a seed
I'm pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin after me much too paranoid to blink
why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I won't let em me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a
I sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin tha four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the fame
I'm probably wrong but never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the motherfuckers roam
the weed let that Hennessey get to me
before the
get it on!!

Untouchables at your
(Let's get it on)
All you wack 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 70 apartment 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 keep walking
got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
but them don't trouble we
because they victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to like my last album title song
but I it takes a year for niggaz 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 joint uh is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed
Have you seeing doubles Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock your pockets
and your sock it's the way my pops taught me
When you the drop check em throughly
The bastard might around and try to bury me
And dead don't make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves
Reminiscin on my swingin
when I a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on