Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish and
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see 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 it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
Like 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
reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole is-it, now listen

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

Creep your people
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
Front but you
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get
With the when I sewed it
you came thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's guy on the side for the stinking?
task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my man's type
learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off make sure you all
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the high up
tear the floor up
On the tour with your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me - I run this city
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for you comin with me
head in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all like yusef
I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many I don't even 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
Flow in e'ry channel with the handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit day job
Tired of putting niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you gon' that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)