Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

[black rob - almost
said that I'm a rottweiler
And I'm from the house, the rottweiler new york

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you do
When you ready? I was born ready
And I was already on and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all inches, I see the big picture
If to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get
Like to suck her own titty; put it in the
Ya holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't 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 this from me (let's get it)
shit funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep with people
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get
the game when I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the for the stinking?
Watch task force dash lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my man's type
learn quick, cause my clique don't 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
Kids hate me when they older I put by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the score up
Then tear the up
On the world tour with your out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my
Hittin wives and
Brought 'em neck spray from estee
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin head in the bentley red at one
Straight it, love two things my family my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no
Make raps and tracks and go
I get coverage
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a 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
Can't rob
How many niggaz done to play rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act you gon' pull that thing thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I "a" block in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin queen
Moves for paper, booze no
Bullets out the four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)