Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
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?
I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big
If it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now

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

Creep your people
Though my shit is sweet and low 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 this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch force dash forward lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my type proper
Better quick, cause my clique don't 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 voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then tear the up
On the world with your whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to my supporters
Hittin wives and
'em neck spray from estee lauders
Call to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
Straight it, love two things my family my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and stacks no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
I get coverage
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a her
I'm the bad boy flavor, light gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in channel with the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, they day job
Tired of broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail I'm goin under the bing
Act you gon' pull that thing thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)