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 the, what you gon' do
you ready? shit I was born ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack like a vulture, see I told ya?
I'd get'cha, wear 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 a furnace
Shoot the video, city permits
We own the city, on the with diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to suck her own put it in the video
Ya wanna 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 this money, this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) it honey (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

Creep your people
Though my shit is sweet and low no equal
but you lookin
Once I 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 for the stinking?
Watch task dash forward lookin marveled
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my type proper
Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You my crew, who are you? beat it
'fore we off make sure you all seated
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

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

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run this
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight it, love two things my family my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got hawkin like yusef
Cause I can, break and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
I get worldwide
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, light blue
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel the iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, proceed to dismantle
slay rob
How many niggaz done tried to rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing
You the only one that get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" in sing sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a latin queen
for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)