Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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

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

How should I plead thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress will have me
thinkin niggaz after me much too to blink
Wonder why the police don't see me stackin G's
They after a playa but I let em capture me
I gotta the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I can't sleep close my I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in
Rollin tha four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) what the fame does
I'm probably but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers
Pass the weed let Hennessey get to me
before the
get it on!!

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

[Grand
I thought you knew I stay 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 rough power
and weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep
got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
but them don't trouble we
because fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last title song
but I understand it takes a for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the dog) So let's get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the fill it with the skunk we about to
get wicked in the uh Notorious is glorious
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check 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 make no
When I'm slingin in the I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my days
when I drove a Caddy and my sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked niggaz better duck down
down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the Biggie bring
get it on