Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was born
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I ya?
I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all 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, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to her own titty; put it in the video
Ya holla 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 this money, take this (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take from me (let's get it)
shit funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep with people
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get
With the when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my type proper
Better quick, cause my clique don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
'fore we take off make you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world tour with whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck spray estee lauders
puffy to order

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

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel with the handle
Forty-five sparks your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay rob
How many done tried to play rob, quit they day job
of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to again I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the only one that get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost caught a buck for fuckin a latin king's queen
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)