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 and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about from this to that side
East side, side, your side, my side
It's all about being man
Aiyyo me that microphone
It's Heavy D the and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin
Okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
I'm on your T.V. screen again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on your local focal video show
Nigga how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels no but I get love from all the thugs
cause still my people
I'm dynamic punks when they see me
get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
get it on!

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

How I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a
I'm under pressure the stress have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too to blink
Wonder why the don't wanna see me stackin G's
after a playa but I won't let em capture me
I thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I can't close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in
Rollin down tha beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's what the does
I'm probably wrong but I'll know it till I'm gone
out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed let that get to me
the penitentiary
get it on!!

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

[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 food stamps to green stamps rough power amps
and weed under corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep
Niggaz got more game Genesis
Seen a movie in L.A. now wanna C
but them don't trouble we
they fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last 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 fill it the skunk we about to
get wicked in the joint uh is glorious
*cough, cough)*
now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check pockets
and your sock it's just the way my taught me
you throw the drop check em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to me
And niggaz don't make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swingin
when I drove a Caddy and my bitch finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola real cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked niggaz better duck down
Face down you the routine the cream
Earrings you the drama Biggie bring
get it on