Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

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

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

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

2 - Hell Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna him brain
We rose up to fame, glows from the tennis chain
Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows twist ya, man
I left out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm to pull that Porsche out
And flood the bezel, I get dug like shovels
Y'all niggas with pebbles; I flip big boulders
Switch Rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his
You could cum, ma; why sip soda?
These wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to have my number if you wanna buy
a borough, we floodin' the whole Tri-State
20 on the arm, more rocks on the charm
And I done copped every damn haze spot on Audobon
Heavy smoker, get ounces for free
Add up you got, it ain't amountin' to me
I'm in the Victoria, Mac in the back
See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man I happen to rap
Know what I do: manufacturing
Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy guns, 'bout to buy more trucks
And when we on the road, bitches follow the bus
You mad cause you losing, plus in the
I'm responsible for most of the stabbings and the