Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking with these from the, what you gon' do
you ready? shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach 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 a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't
'til my wardrobe is-it, now listen

(chorus)
Make this money, take money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can this from me (let's get it)
Ain't funny (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 it's no
Front but you
Once I throw the hook in to get cookin
With the game when I it
you came thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
Watch task force dash lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
my man's type proper
Better quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off make you all seated
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in
Head on the bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my
wives and daughters
Brought 'em spray from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight it, love two things my family my music
Might and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make major, hide out in asia
If girl keep comin around them 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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry with the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn day gray flannel
the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you pull that thing thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" block in sing
caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)