Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see 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, motherfuck permits
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, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
my whole wardrobe is-it, now listen

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

Creep your people
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
Front but you
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
you came thought I owed 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
my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off make sure you all
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
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
Head on the bus
Do them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
Straight lose it, love two things my family my
Might co-write and it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
Make raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya it
Make moves major, hide out in
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a 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 channel with the iverson handle
Forty-five turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How niggaz done tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you gon' 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, no chaser
out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)