Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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

(chorus)
this money, take this money (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take 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 your
Though my is sweet and low it's no equal
Front but you
Once I throw the in proceed to get cookin
With the game I sewed it
Since you came I owed you one
big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin
a big chance, big pants, might guard him
With my type proper
Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
'fore we take off make you all seated
In billboard it, believe it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids 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 up out the water
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the high up
Then the floor up
On the world tour with your out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my
Hittin wives and
'em neck spray from estee lauders
Call to order

Aiyyo, me diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the d.a. and feds to get me
Cats wanna leave me for you comin with me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got y'all hawkin yusef
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
raps and tracks and go harlem
I get coverage
Got so many spots I don't buy luggage, ya love it
moves major, hide out in asia
If your girl comin around 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 eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to
slay rob
How many niggaz done tried to rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing
Act like you gon' pull 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
Moves for paper, booze no
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)