Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

[Intro -
say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
That's why I look in the every morning and realize how fly I am
They know what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I myself
Getchya up!

[Verse 1 -
I'm a crack addict
With Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer black magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back home to my
to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, bastard
Had them bitches ass-backwards, 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy
me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, fast
Eat ass on point like Steve
But I'm to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels, you - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got whores. Yours!
Been V.I.P. B.I.G
I seen a dance floor (Nope!)
Behind the rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Girls with contacts contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of hitchya
We like the March Of the way we march with dimes
Good help is hard to
white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine, to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, to Central park, it's mine (Mine!)

[Hook -
'Til this day, dude, still by State troops
Gray Coupe, whip in name
Made a (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, glad he shot 'em
How me I love it when mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya up, jewelry tight, swagger right
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) Honey smile, act funny-style
In one ear, yeah, 220 thou'

2 - Hell Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, wanna give him brain
We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis
Make foes wanna get him slain, these will twist ya, man
I left out of Clinton Max, got up by Killa Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm bout to that Porsche out
And flood the bezel, I get dug like shovels
niggas fuck with pebbles; I flip big boulders
Switch Rovers, hit 'em the gun that's in his holster
You could gargle cum, ma; why sip
These niggas wanna be Scarface, I'm with
You need to have my if you wanna buy weight
Fuck a borough, we floodin' the Tri-State
20 on the arm, more rocks on the charm
And I done copped from every damn haze on Audobon
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for
Add up everything you got, it amountin' to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the
See these little rappin' to rap, man I just happen to rap
Know I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns, 'bout to buy trucks
And when we on the road, follow the tour bus
You mad cause you losing, in the Bronx
I'm for most of the stabbings and the shootings