Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these from the, what you gonna do
you ready, shit I was born ready
And I was all ready on fish and

Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, city permits

We own the city, on the phone Diddy
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
to suck her own titty
Put it in the

Ya wanna got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out and ya bet I won't
my whole wardrobe is it, now listen

Make this money, this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't shit funny, shake it
Take it money, now get it

Creep with your people, my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the you proceed to get cook
With the and the soldiers sit
When I came, the game I owed you one

big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for Marlboro
a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my a type barber

Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you
For we off make sure that your seated
read it believe it

Make this money, take money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't funny, shake it honey
it money, now let's get it

Soul Controller, rap Itola, hate me when they older
I put by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some soda and a quota
Man I flow up out the water
I'm break game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then the floor up

On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, on the tour bus
Do what them them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
All the quarters, headline supporters, hitting wives and daughters
a neck spray from Esate Lauders, call Puffy to order

Ayo, me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the feds and D.A to get me
Cats wanna me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one

Straight it, love two things my family, my music
Might co-write and it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all like Bruce did

Deuce it, backs and stacks it's no problem
raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many
I don't even buy luggage, ya it

Make major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep coming around I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light gators
Not and I'm filthy, c'mon

Make money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't shit funny, shake it,
it money, now let's get it

I be the east Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to

Can't slay Rob, how many niggas tried to play mob
they day job
Tired of putting niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the

Act you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I eight blocks and Sing-Sing
Almost caught a buck for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with the
Come and get shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
Now get it

this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't funny, shake it, honey
Take it money, now get it

Make this money, take this
Ain't no way you can take from me
Ain't shit funny, it, honey
Take it money, now get it

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