Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you do
When you ready? I was born ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big
If it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone 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 money, take this money (let's get it)
no way you can take this from me (let's get it)
Ain't funny (uh) shake it honey (let's get it)
it money.. now let's get it (let's get it)

Creep with your
Though my shit is and low it's no equal
Front but you
Once I throw the hook in to get cookin
With the when I sewed it
Since you thought I owed you one
Wide big lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the
Watch task force dash lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, guard him
my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique argue
You ain't my crew, who are beat it
we take off make sure you all seated
In billboard read it, it

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me when they I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a
some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow up out the water
I'ma wreck the 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high up
tear the floor up
On the world tour with whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them niggaz in the drop cooler
Called up five to thank my supporters
wives and daughters
Brought 'em neck spray estee lauders
puffy to order

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run this
Send the cops, the d.a. and to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin me
Gettin head in the red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two my family my music
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all hawkin like
Cause I can, break backs and it's no problem
Make raps and and go harlem
I get worldwide
Got so many spots I even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, out in asia
If your girl keep comin around I'm a blaze her
I'm the bad boy flavor, light blue
Not guilty, and I'm filthy,

(chorus)

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

(chorus) (x3)