Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - almost
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, you gon' do
When you shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I 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 diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't
'til my whole wardrobe is-it, now

(chorus)
Make money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) it honey (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep your people
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
Front but you
Once I the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my man's proper
Better learn quick, cause my don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
we take off make sure you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin and a quarter
Bet I flow 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 out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two my family my music
Might and produce it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your keep comin around 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 e'ry with the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done to play rob, quit they day job
of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer with the laser
Come and get shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)