Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

[Intro -
They say beauty's in the eye of the
That's why I look in the every morning and realize how fly I am
They wanna what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I myself
Getchya up!

1 - Cam'ron]
I'm a crack addict
With these I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know black magic, rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back home to my
Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash,
Had them bitches ass-backwards, 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a twat
me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I past, breathe fast
Eat ass on like Steve Nash
But I'm fixin to be OG in 3
jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got whores. Yours!
V.I.P. since B.I.G
I seen a dance floor (Nope!)
Behind the rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Girls contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of the way we march with dimes
Good help is to find
Soft white the art I
Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's (Mine!)

- Cam'ron]
'Til this day, dude, followed by State troops
Gray Coupe, whip in name
Made a (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, glad he shot 'em
How me holiday? I love it when say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) smile, don't act funny-style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220

[Verse 2 - Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's give him brain
We rose up to fame, glows from the tennis chain
foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man
I left out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Killa fam
We on another level, I'm bout to that Porsche out
And flood the bezel, I get dug like shovels
niggas fuck with pebbles; I flip big boulders
Switch Rovers, hit 'em the gun that's in his holster
You gargle cum, ma; why sip soda?
These niggas be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to have my if you wanna buy weight
Fuck a borough, we the whole Tri-State
20 thou' on the arm, more on the charm
And I copped from every damn haze spot on Audobon
Heavy weed smoker, get for free
Add up everything you got, it amountin' to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the
See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man I just to rap
Know what I do: crack
Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns, to buy more trucks
And when we on the road, bitches the tour bus
You mad you losing, plus in the Bronx
I'm responsible for most of the stabbings and the