Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Up

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

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

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

With a passion, I want to put a gash in ego
Your artificial, a goddamn placebo
Black, you can't believe it, you dry heave it
Fake niggas can't achieve it, fake can't be-weave it

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

I roam with the grifters, my ever true
My style's old like the new school review
I biz, on and on for days
And amaze with for non-gays, queens

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

Yeah, Tiki 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

to handler and the gambler
Give me the eggs, black, I'm the
You too, a lyric in a song
Helping that Philly shit catch on

Popote light the bat, pass the to AZ
the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me
Yo, wild pass the shit to skip, skip another
The light's about to flip

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

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

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

get up, get up, gotta get over
I gotta krill, yo, my skills won't fail
Gotta get up, get up, get over
Been holding my breath, yo, time to exhale

Back in the days of when I was a small guy
Taking the train home as I roamed but 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, collect a
And make speakers pump 'back on the scene
and clean' yo, the rap title's redeemed
So you can save it for next dream

Black Sheep is rap to the extreme
We got you coming for more like a crack fiend
But now I with nothing but my own clique
I'm getting paid for what? Talking about my

my prerogative, sucker
Now you can your father that I'm the motherfucker
On the TV, no, you see me
I'm on the DL, hiding from the industry
Niggas that be on my nerves

Trying to the fucking beats that we preserve
See, I've been in the crates for a minute
Even my grandma's, I was up in it
Taking it, breaking it, trying it, it

I have the money so, shit, I wasn't buying 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 the other kind
Fake trying to get mine
I had to hold my head despite was being said

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

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

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
I gotta krill, yo, my skills won't fail
get up, get up, gotta get over
Been holding my breath, yo, time to exhale