Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea this is uh Super funk you what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this to that side
East side, side, your side, my side
It's all being funky man
Aiyyo give me that
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm alone dig it
and I'm always staying dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be spliff
Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on local focal point video show
Nigga how it flow so fly like an eagle
No no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my
I'm dynamic punks panic they see me
They get all shook up when my hooked up
get it on!

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

How should I plead forever on a quest to get G's
Runnin from ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me
thinkin niggaz after me much too to blink
Wonder why the police wanna see me stackin G's
They a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I can't close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the
Preoccupied homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down tha four-five of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the does
I'm probably wrong but never know it till I'm gone
out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
get it on!!

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

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

B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it with the we about to
get wicked in the joint uh is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme
B.I.G. top notch with the check your pockets
and your sock it's just the way my taught me
you throw the drop check em throughly
The bastard spin 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 swingin
I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real
M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck
Face down you the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama Biggie
get it on