Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was born
And I was already on fish and
with 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 a furnace
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
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
'til my whole is-it, now listen

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

Creep with your
Though my shit is sweet and low it's no
Front but you
I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
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 lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off make sure you all
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow up out the water
wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then the floor up
On the world tour your whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
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
wanna leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
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 major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin them I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, light gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel with the iverson
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the
If I go to jail again I'm goin the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the only one that always get for bling bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin queen
Moves for paper, booze no
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)