Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these niggas the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was ready
And I was all ready on and spaghetti

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

We own the city, on the phone with
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to suck her own
Put it in the

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

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

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

Wide big Lincoln, why he on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big
Might guard him with my man's a barber

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

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

Soul Controller, rap Itola, hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker
Give baking soda and a quota
Man I straight up out the water
I'm break this till it say out of order
the high scorer, then tear the floor up

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

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this
the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for you coming with me
Get in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight it, love two things my family, my music
Might and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking Bruce did

Deuce it, break and stacks it's no problem
raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so spots
I even buy luggage, ya love it

Make major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue
Not guilty and I'm filthy,

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

I be the side Soprano, Rob Marciano
in each channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle

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

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

Moves for paper, no chaser
out the blazer four-fifths with the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers say I did it
Now get it

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

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

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