Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these from the, what you gon' do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep 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
thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
Like to her own titty; put it in the video
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
'til my whole is-it, now listen

(chorus)
Make this money, this money (let's get it)
no way you can take this 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 with people
Though my shit is and low it's no equal
Front but you
I throw 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
Watch task force dash forward lookin
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's type
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
we take off make sure you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world tour with your out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
'em neck 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 leave me for dead you comin with me
head in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two my family my music
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin yusef
I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in
If girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, blue gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in channel with the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz the wing
If I go to jail I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' pull thing thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a king's queen
Moves for paper, booze no
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth 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)