Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - mumbling]
They said I'm a rottweiler
And I'm from the rottweiler house, the new york

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was already on fish and
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told ya?
I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all inches, I see the big picture
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

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

Creep with your
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
Front but you
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get
With the game I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task force forward lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, cause my don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
we take off make sure you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
Give bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin yusef
I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't buy luggage, ya love it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a her
I'm the bad boy flavor, light blue
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
in e'ry channel with the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay rob
How many niggaz done to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz the wing
If I go to jail I'm goin under the bing
Act you gon' pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)