Luyện nghe bài hát Get em Daddy

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

[Verse 1 -
I'm like a crack
With Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm at it
like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash,
Had them bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em a jackrabbit
Is she status? Call the girl a itchy twat
me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, breathe
Eat ass on like Steve Nash
But I'm to be OG Nixon in 3
jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got whores. Yours!
V.I.P. since B.I.G
I never seen a dance (Nope!)
the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Girls contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave you in and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with
Good help is to find
white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's (Mine!)

- Cam'ron]
'Til this day, dude, still followed by State
Gray Coupe, whip in momma's
a mistake (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Daddy Got 'em, y'all he shot 'em
How me holiday? I it when mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya money up, jewelry tight, right
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) Honey smile, don't act
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220

2 - Hell Rell]
Po-Po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna him brain
We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis
Make wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man
I left out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm to pull that Porsche out
And flood the bezel, I get dug like shovels
Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; I big boulders
Rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster
You could gargle cum, ma; why sip
These niggas be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to have my number if you buy weight
Fuck a borough, we the whole Tri-State
20 on the arm, more rocks on the charm
And I done from every damn haze spot on Audobon
Heavy weed smoker, get for free
Add up you got, it ain't amountin' to me
I'm in the Victoria, Mac in the back
See little niggas rappin' to rap, man I just happen to rap
what I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you for that scratch, clapped with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy guns, 'bout to buy more trucks
And when we on the road, bitches the tour bus
You mad you losing, plus in the Bronx
I'm for most of the stabbings and the shootings