Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this side to side
East side, West side, your side, my
It's all being funky man
Aiyyo give me microphone
It's Heavy D the and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay okay okay it's D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on your local focal video show
Nigga this how it so fly like an eagle
No no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my
I'm dynamic punks panic they see me
They get all up when my mic's hooked up
get it on!

Untouchables at your
(Let's get it on)
All you rappers hit the floor

How should I plead thuggin on a quest to get G's
from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will me drinkin
thinkin after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police wanna see me stackin G's
after a playa but I won't let em capture me
I gotta the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with my life's in danger
Rollin tha four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
before the
get it on!!

Untouchables at your
(Let's get it on)
All you wack rappers hit the

[Grand
I thought you knew I true to this rhyme thing I do
I have all the saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the projects building 70 6C
I turn food stamps to green stamps power amps
and sold weed corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or keep walking
Niggaz got more game than
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
but them youth don't we
because they fall victim to they see hey!
I keeps it to Reel+ like my last album title song
but I it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the dog) So let's get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the dutches it with the skunk we about to
get in the joint uh Notorious is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme
B.I.G. top notch with the check your pockets
and your it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop em throughly
The bastard might spin and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves
Reminiscin on my swingin
when I drove a and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked back better duck down
Face down you know the routine the
Earrings you the drama Biggie bring
get it on