Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit we kick it until dawn
Listen to the got it going on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract that freaky
I'm ad and I shock and I tick and I tock
And I stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John
mad sparks
me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole
I'm the m to the see to the a and it's a
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on
And my moms is not butt, but it
Let me get to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting and I'm shooting all my jism
John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any than this

Ad rock with the ione
to the shit because both of them is boney
Got to do it like this like chachi and
she's the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm getting
I've got a grandma and a grandma tilly
Grand and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty duke in case you don't
Well, I freak a beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm gone word is born
Don't need a mother fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan
And I've working on my game because life is
Got to get it together and see what's

I go one two like my name was biz
But I had to do the shit let me embark
On the lyric and the and the verb
Let's kick the shit off yo, I'm not the herb
Well, not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the funk for derriere
we're on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to boning I'm
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where going
Talking of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky and I'm a scorpio
And I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to talk about the that I rhyme
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s brooklyn
Yea, m.c.a., your shit be
Praying mantis on the court and I be beat
So, yo tip, up with the boot on your feet
I've got the timbos on the toes and is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, got some shit
got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever smoking crack
ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' now & laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me
Fuck it 'cause I I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as hard as
Gonna get it together, it, gonna get it together ma bell
I'm ma bell, I've got the ill communications

Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma
it on and on