Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm
is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this to that side
side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being man
give me that microphone
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm alone dig it
and I'm always freshly dipped 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 T.V. screen again
You see me on MTV and on your BET
and on your local focal point show
Nigga this how it so fly like an eagle
No sequels no but I get love from all the thugs
cause still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic when see me
They get all shook up when my mic's up
get it on!

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

How should I plead thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever the days of a seed
I'm under the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I let em capture me
I gotta the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked (demons)
I my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with 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 never know it till I'm gone
out the gutter where the jealous 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 wack hit the floor

[Grand
I thought you knew I stay true to this 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 stamps rough power amps
and weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just walking
Niggaz got game than Genesis
a movie in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but them youth don't we
because they fall victim to they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last title song
but I understand it a year 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 wicked in the joint uh is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the check your pockets
and your sock just the way my pops taught me
you throw the drop check em throughly
The might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't no moves
When I'm in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my days
I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz duck down
Face down you know the routine the
Earrings you know the drama bring
get it on