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 rottweiler new

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep the culture, rap I can coach ya
like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck permits
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my wardrobe is-it, now listen

(chorus)
this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take from me (let's get it)
shit 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 and low it's no equal
but you lookin
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the game I sewed it
Since you thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might him
With my man's proper
learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off sure you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin soda and a
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma wreck the game 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 to thank my supporters
wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from lauders
Call puffy to

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

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in channel with the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit day job
of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act you gon' pull that thing thing
You the only one always get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, booze no
out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)