Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

[Intro -
They say beauty's in the eye of the
That's why I look in the mirror every and realize how fly I am
They wanna what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Records, I sign myself
cake up!

[Verse 1 -
I'm like a addict
With these Macs I've got a bad
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm at it
like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back home to my
to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, bastard
Had them ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy
Stick me not, I go and get dutches, a 50-box
I got weed, when I breeze past, breathe fast
Eat ass on point Steve Nash
But I'm to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels, you - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got whores. Yours!
V.I.P. since B.I.G
I never seen a floor (Nope!)
Behind the rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Girls with contacts want contact, I 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with
help is hard to find
Soft the art I twine
Art design, mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's (Mine!)

- Cam'ron]
'Til this day, dude, still followed by troops
Gray Coupe, whip in name
Made a (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, y'all he shot 'em
How me holiday? I love it when say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya money up, tight, swagger right
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) Honey smile, don't act
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220

[Verse 2 - Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him
We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the chain
Make wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man
I left out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm to pull that Porsche out
And flood the bezel, I get dug like shovels
niggas fuck with pebbles; I flip big boulders
Switch Rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his
You could gargle cum, ma; why sip
niggas wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You to have my number if you wanna buy weight
Fuck a borough, we floodin' the whole
20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the
And I done copped from every damn haze spot on
weed smoker, get ounces for free
Add up everything you got, it ain't to me
I'm in the Victoria, Mac in the back
See these little rappin' to rap, man I just happen to rap
what I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns, 'bout to buy more
And when we on the road, bitches the tour bus
You mad cause you losing, in the Bronx
I'm responsible for most of the and the shootings