Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

Yo,
Aiyyo if I was from New York I'd be from Harlem
An uptown with a hunger for stardom
runningback, coach I can't guard 'em
If you like me on your team ma, you a starter
Beg pardon, kid is actin disrespectful
He walk up in the club, Slick Rick his neck full
to start a money war, what is he there for?
Stacks paper, what he do that for?
Throw a few out the roof of my Maybach
a little somethin that I got from Reebok
We cop, e'rything you see up in the
Shoppin keep me hungry ma, it's time to get some {?}
Turkey bacon, egg whites all up in my
how the protein keep a nigga lean
...
It's how the protein keep a nigga lean

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We got a in here?! HELL NO!
We got a in here?! I SAID HELL NO!
You niggaz wanna set it off?! YEAH!
You really wanna set it off?! YEAH!
Then let's go, go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, go, let's go, let's go (hey!)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, go
Let's go, let's (hey!)

I'm just chillin in my Coupe (what?) in my Coupe (what?)
I'm in my Coupe with my chick on the side
I'm just in my Coupe (what?) I'm chillin in my Coupe (what?)
I'm chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the

I'm a country-ass Adonis lookin for my goddess
Same attractin around, that can find her
Pulled down the shades, clothes on your
She can go this lame and let shorty go to work
Show a couple thou', bet shorty go
Last she on the pole, then this mornin she in chruch
On her knees in both places, man I bet hurt
Get you some extra funds, ya single moms
Heard she ass so you can say she buy sex
she got a friend so I hope she bi-sex
I park right next to her, yeah me
Plus the house up on the hill, baby yeah me

See I'm a alumni, lookin out my one eye
Similar to Popeye, when I'm on that
Somebody call up the Guinness Book, gotta be record
Like when I heard the beat I it had to be on my record
Know folks need it, I'm officially
The right to arms, I'm officially protected
So if I you out, don't argue, respect it
fact, go hit the showers, you officially ejected!
I used to the Jimmy Crack when I didn't care
I seen jack corn homie, I was there
When Jimmy turned around with his glare
I showed Jimmy waistline, partner he wouldn't (c'mon)
I can burn your chest like shots of
Fuck a drink, I'm talkin 50-cal eagle holmes
... Ah ah ah ah
I drop down and get my 50-cal desert on (boom!)

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