Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - mumbling]
They said I'm a rottweiler
And I'm from the rottweiler house, the rottweiler new

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these from the, what you gon' do
you ready? shit I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole is-it, now listen

(chorus)
Make money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep with people
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
Front but you
I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
With the game I sewed it
Since you came thought I you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
With my man's type
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? it
'fore we take off make you all seated
In read it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
Give some bakin and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then tear the up
On the world with your whore out in europe
on the tour bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop thinks
Called up reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for you comin with me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, two things my family my music
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
Make raps and and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make major, hide out in asia
If your girl keep comin them I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, blue gators
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the soprano, rob marciano
Flow in e'ry channel with the handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay rob
How many niggaz tried to play rob, quit they day job
of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin under the
Act like you gon' that thing thing
You the only one that always get stuck for bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin king's
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)