Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking with these niggaz the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was already on fish and
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya wanna got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
'til my whole 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)
Ain't shit (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 the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the game when I it
Since you thought I owed you one
big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my man's type
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the
wreck the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world with your whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up five reporters to my supporters
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck spray from lauders
Call to order

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

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in e'ry channel with the handle
Forty-five sparks your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
slay rob
How many done tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to again I'm goin under the bing
Act like you pull that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a king's 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)