Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - mumbling]
They that I'm a rottweiler
And I'm from the house, the rottweiler new york

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish and
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all 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, city permits
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole is-it, now listen

(chorus)
Make this money, take this (let's get it)
no way you can take 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
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in to get cookin
the game when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
Watch task force forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
'em neck spray from estee lauders
Call to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run this
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you with me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all like yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
Make raps and tracks and go
I get coverage
Got so spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin them I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, light gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in e'ry 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 tried to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail I'm goin under the bing
Act like you gon' that thing thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth the laser
Come and get your splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)