Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

[Intro -
They say in the eye of the beholder
That's why I in the mirror every morning and realize how fly I am
They wanna what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I myself
cake up!

[Verse 1 -
I'm a crack addict
With these Macs got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know black magic, rabbit
Out the black hat, black. home to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash,
Had them bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a twat
me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, fast
Eat ass on point like Steve
But I'm fixin to be OG in 3
jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got whores. Yours!
Been V.I.P. B.I.G
I never seen a floor (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, smoke
with contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave you in and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with
Good help is hard to
Soft the art I twine
Art design, mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, mine (Mine!)

- Cam'ron]
'Til this day, dude, still by State troops
Gray Coupe, whip in momma's
a mistake (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, y'all he shot 'em
How me holiday? I love it mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya up, jewelry tight, swagger right
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) smile, don't act funny-style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220

2 - Hell Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's give him brain
We rose up to fame, glows from the tennis chain
Make wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man
I left out of Max, got picked up by Killa Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm bout to pull Porsche out
And flood the other bezel, I get dug like
Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; I flip big
Switch Rovers, hit 'em the gun that's in his holster
You could gargle cum, ma; why sip
These wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to my number if you wanna buy weight
Fuck a borough, we the whole Tri-State
20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the
And I done copped every damn haze spot on Audobon
weed smoker, get ounces for free
Add up everything you got, it amountin' to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the
See these niggas rappin' to rap, man I just happen to rap
Know what I do: crack
Keep talking, get you snatched for scratch, clapped with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns, to buy more trucks
And when we on the road, bitches the tour bus
You mad you losing, plus in the Bronx
I'm responsible for of the stabbings and the shootings