Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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

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

How should I forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police wanna see me stackin G's
They after a but I won't let em capture me
I gotta 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 my life's in danger
Rollin down tha beware of stangers
Hand on my 45(mm) that's the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never it till I'm gone
From out the gutter 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 rappers hit the floor

Puba]
I you knew I stay 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 rough power
and weed under 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 everybody C
but them youth trouble we
because fall victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my last album title
but I understand it takes a year for to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it with the we about to
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the grower
Have you doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your
and sock it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em
The bastard might spin and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't no moves
When I'm in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
on my swingin days
when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger
Yea she had the Gucci I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh lookin real cute
M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back better duck down
Face down you the routine the cream
Earrings you know the Biggie bring
get it on