Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together (Buck-Wild Remix)

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it dawn
to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the ladies on and let me spawn
All your eggs you you go up the river
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I and I tock
And I can't stop the body rock
See I've got heart like John
Hitting mad
me the mic
And I'll be rocking the park
I'm the m to the see to the a and it's a
The that we bust on the topic on lust
And my is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting and I'm shooting all my jism
John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any than this

Ad rock with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of is boney
Got to do it like this chachi and joanie
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the and why all the fuss
Because I ain't got no
Yea, you know I'm getting
got a grandma hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm also a
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty duke in you don't remember
Well, I a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm gone word is born
Don't need a mother fucking fool telling me right from
I don't think I'm nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan
And I've working on my game because is taxing
Got to get it and see what's happening

I go one two like my name was biz
But I had to do the just let me embark
On the lyric and the and the verb
Let's kick the shit off yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice the flavor to spare
Tho moog the funk for your derriere
we're on that topic, yes I like to mention
When it comes to I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I know where it's going
Talking of shit a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know that I'm
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a
And I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to talk about the times that I
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off with the
Nigga 'cause I tell you, nigga 'cause I'll you under prills
Resting on nine one one sixteenth ave off the boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from
Yea, m.c.a., your shit be
Praying mantis on the and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, up with the boot on your feet
I've got the on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, I've got some
I've got the kung fu grip my green trap kit
Never ever ever crack
Never ever ever fucking
I eat the fuckin' pineapple now &
Listen to me now, don't to me later
Fuck it 'cause I I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo technically I'm as as steel
get it together, watch it, gonna get it together ma bell
I'm like ma bell, I've got the ill

Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma
it on and on