Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea this is uh Super you know what I'm sayin
is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from side to that side
side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about funky man
give me that microphone
It's Heavy D the and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly dipped on
where the bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay okay okay Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on your local focal point video
Nigga this how it so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love all the thugs
they still my people
I'm punks panic when they see me
They get all shook up my mic's hooked up
get it on!

Untouchables at your
(Let's get it on)
All you rappers hit the floor

How I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the will have me drinkin
niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police wanna see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I won't let em me
I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a
I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked (demons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the
with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down tha four-five of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the fame
I'm wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous roam
the weed let that Hennessey get to me
before the
get it on!!

Untouchables at door
(Let's get it on)
All you wack hit the floor

[Grand
I thought you I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the projects 70 apartment 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps rough amps
and sold weed under corner lamps but now I'm just talkin
So you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
got more game than Genesis
Seen a in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but them youth don't we
because they fall victim to what see hey!
I keeps it to Reel+ like my last album title song
but I it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it with the we about to
get wicked in the uh Notorious is glorious
*cough, cough)*
now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock your pockets
and your sock it's the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop em throughly
The bastard might around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my days
when I drove a Caddy and my sported finger waves
Yea she had the roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
cocked back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the the cream
you know the drama Biggie bring
get it on