Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, 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 what I ya?
Said I'd get'cha, 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
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to suck her own titty; put it in the
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
'til my wardrobe 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 funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep with people
Though my shit is sweet and low it's no
but you lookin
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my man's type
Better quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off make sure you all
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with your out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
lose it, love 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 raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't buy luggage, ya love it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep around 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 the iverson 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 broke under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the
Act like you pull that thing thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a king's queen
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)