Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Git it On

[Intro:
Ah-yea, ah
I don't these peeps know
Yo it's on for real, duke
Brothers better
Smif-N-Wessun up in the
Bucktown, Camp, bring it son

[Steele] (Tek)
Raise like a rock, on the block, where the carry
And the hard rocks carry, props and black hearts
(Meet up with my people on the corner) {in the
(Get get {on} now prepare to get it {on})
What does it take, to get the brake in the of snakes
And those who fake (may be a of this)
Ah, true, now what them gon' do, when come lookin for you
Sin! (I'm comin wit my Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)
da Ruckus, Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot
(Not to go out like the recipe, the best
Just get to get rough and my chest, nothin less)

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Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it this)

[Tek] (Steele)
Git it on, I've playin my dues for the longest
(No more callin chest to chest) to whose the strongest
I got ya block on lock, now you dropped
New on and on, {Smif-N-Wess, and we shop}
(The underground flavor is major, I ya later
Gotta get my peeps and get paper)
No for sleep, gotta hit the streets
With my peeps (get Mr. Walt)
him hit us off with this phat beat
(Hit the and rip the track back to back)
the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin contacts
We drama to y'all wannabe) {Do me a favor}
(and bring on the real
Respect the I Representative) It's
(Sent to give you a on how it is) Yo how it is, dunn?
(We do what we do we don't fake it, we take it)
{So git it on!}

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(Tek)
Beef knockin at my door, time to face drama once more
(Once and for all) the score
(I could feel the from the hot concrete
Cops walk the beats, but the rule the streets)
Come and mingle in the cipher of a no hood, try to survive
(Bucktown!) Camp if you could!
(The no different and the pain's all the same)
All the same (Just mingle wit a different name)
beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa
Mr. Fix, the awesome
(No doubt, in ya heart, ya had it paid)
Smif-N-Wessun representin the cradle to the grave!

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