Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these niggaz from the, you gon' do
When you ready? I was born ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told 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 like a
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, she get aroused
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now

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

Creep with people
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get
With the when I sewed it
Since you thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, a quota
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with your out in europe
on the tour bus
Do them niggaz in the drop thinks cooler
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two my family my music
Might co-write and it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
I get worldwide
Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya it
Make moves major, hide out in
If your girl keep comin around 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
in e'ry 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 many niggaz done tried to rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting niggaz under the wing
If I go to again I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I represent "a" block in sing
caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, booze no
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)