Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

Black Sheep, ready to nova, I gotta get up and get
Yo, Lisle, Lisle put a, put a
Little bit of, bit of the on my voice, please?
Lawnge, what's up, we gonna do these or what
Yeah, and it goes a little something

The freelance designer, yo, yo on let's get this shit going
Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and
For those who made the purchase or out on the streets
Black Sheep, bow your heads 'cause we're about to break

lights shining with the ill timing
My glare everywhere, don't stare my shit's blinding
I think, I think niggas best not
'Cause they stink and I'm looking at 'em in pink

With a passion, I to put a gash in your ego
Your flavour's artificial, a goddamn
Black, you believe it, you gotta dry heave it
niggas can't achieve it, fake bitches can't be-weave it

From the streets of New York to I be on the ladder
Fatter, got your bitch saying, "Baby, the matter?"
As a matter of fact, Dres the knuckle-dragger
With a fresh manicure so I got my and dagger

I roam the grifters, my game's ever true
My style's old skool like the new school
I gets biz, on and on for
And amaze with plays for non-gays,

Nah, that Queens, I ain't hushing
I'm crushing mafucks a bumrush from Flushing
A member me, getting with GMC
when Rick was fresh and slick the nigga Doug E

Yeah, doing the freak, B
Backtrack a bit the baby, beat me
Got more peoples any seen in the video clip
And we was getting life's desires from a

Hand to handler and the
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the
You too, a mafucking lyric in a
Helping that Philly Blunt shit on

Popote the bat, pass the shit to AZ
Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the to me
Yo, wild pass the shit to skip, roll another
The brother about to flip

It's Buckwild Bland with the team:
Homicide, Cess, Doctor
My nigga Black Ron, Steve O, Val, Amar, JR,
peace born to KE and all my peoples that be

But foremost, the whole fucking family
We wrote the scripts and the were fit
Original New York, New Jack City type
Now we still we moves only to different grooves, black
Sheep, in fact get back, it's as that this

Gotta get up, get up, get over
I gotta get mine, yo, it's to prevail
Gotta get up, get up, get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the

get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills fail
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
Been holding my breath, yo, it's time to

Back in the days of bullshit when I was a guy
the train home as I roamed but still I
Never had a of what I was going to do
To you, to you, and you, and you, and you too

Make the world jump, the girls hump, a lump
And your speakers pump 'back on the scene
Crispy and clean' yo, the rap redeemed
So you can save it for next dream

Black is taking rap to the extreme
We got you coming back for more a crack fiend
But now I stick nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for Talking about my dick

It's my prerogative,
Now you can your father that I'm the motherfucker
On the TV, no, you see me
'Cause I'm on the DL, hiding the industry
that be getting on my nerves

Trying to find the fucking beats we preserve
See, I've digging in the crates for a minute
my grandma's, believe I was up in it
Taking it, it, trying it, flying it

I didn't have the money so, shit, I wasn't it
I had to take what I get and be happy with
Not only records but clothes and and shit
trying to get over on, niggas trying to get over on

Niggas trying to get
That's why I stay refined and never think about the other
niggas trying to get mine
I had to hold my head despite what was being

I used to wish that I had some
That I buck off but then I got my luck off
Away from Carolina, yo, I had to step the off

Gotta get up, get up, get over
I gotta get mine, yo, time to prevail
get up, get up, gotta get over
I paid my respect, the cheque's in the

Gotta get up, get up, get over
I gotta come krill, yo, my skills won't
Gotta get up, get up, get over
Been holding my breath, yo, it's to exhale