Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, I was born ready
And I was all ready on and spaghetti

Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck permits

We own the city, on the phone with
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to 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 visit
Till my whole wardrobe is it, now

Make this money, this money
Ain't no way you can take from me
Ain't shit funny, it honey
Take it money, now get it

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low no equal
Front butch look, once I the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the sit
When I came, the that I owed you one

big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task task for look Marlboro
a big chance, big pants
Might him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that seated
read it believe it

Make this money, take this
Ain't no way you can this from me
Ain't funny, shake it honey
it money, now let's get it

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm voter, motherfucker quota
some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow up out the water
I'm break this till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then the floor up

On the world tour with your out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the thinks cooler
All the five quarters, supporters, hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray Esate Lauders, call Puffy to order

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this
the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna me for dead you coming with me
Get in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight it, love two things my family, my music
Might and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got hulking like Bruce did

Deuce it, backs and stacks it's no problem
Make and tracks and go Harlem
Get coverage, got so many spots
I don't even buy luggage, ya it

Make major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep coming them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light gators
Not and I'm filthy, c'mon

Make this money, take this
no way you can take this from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it,
Take it money, now get it

I be the side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in each channel with the Iverson
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle

Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done tried to mob
they day job
Tired of broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going the bing

Act like you gonna pull that thing,
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I eight blocks and Sing-Sing
Almost caught a fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with the
Come and get your shit splitted, say I did it
Now get it

Make money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't funny, shake it, honey
Take it money, now get it

this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
shit funny, shake it, honey
Take it money, now get it

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