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
to the ladies come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
And I can't stop the body rock
See I've got heart like Starks
Hitting mad
me the mic
And be rocking the whole park
I'm the m to the see to the a and a must
The rhymes that we bust on the on lust
And my moms is not butt, but it
Let me get to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting funky and I'm all my jism
Like John Holmes, the x-rated
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
getting any bigger than this

Ad down 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 and why all the fuss
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm silly
I've got a grandma and a grandma tilly
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty in case you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a
Well, I'm long gone is born
Don't need a mother fucking telling me right from wrong
I think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my because life is taxing
Got to get it and see what's happening

I go one two like my name was biz
But I had to do the just let me embark
On the and the noun and the verb
Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the
Well, it's not the herb but the spice the flavor to spare
Tho moog with the funk for your
While we're on that topic, yes I like to
When it to boning I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, on the phone and
My brain is roaming and I don't know where it's
Talking lots of shit a tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to about the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s come in my face, I'm like
Because I them off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I tell you, '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 be cooking
Praying mantis on the and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on feet
I've got the timbos on the toes and this is how it
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, got some shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my green 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 I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it together ma
I'm like ma bell, I've got the ill

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