Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these niggaz from the, you gon' do
When you ready? I was born ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
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 to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
Like to suck her own titty; put it in the
Ya wanna holla got to nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't
'til my wardrobe is-it, now listen

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

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

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then tear the up
On the tour with your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em spray from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me - I run this city
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for you comin with me
head in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin like
I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, out in asia
If your keep 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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel with the iverson
Forty-five turn your day gray flannel
the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of broke niggaz 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 that always get for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a king's queen
Moves for paper, booze no
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)