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 morning and how fly I am
They wanna know what label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Records, I sign myself
cake up!

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

[Hook -
'Til day, dude, still followed by State troops
Gray Coupe, whip in momma's
a mistake (oops!)
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em, y'all glad he shot 'em
How me holiday? I love it mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy!) Had to bite, put it on
Get ya money up, tight, swagger right
(Get 'em Daddy!) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
Cause I'm with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy!) smile, don't act funny-style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220

[Verse 2 - Rell]
Po-Po wanna his brain, ho's wanna give him brain
We up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain
Make wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man
I out of Clinton Max, got picked up by Killa Cam's fam
We on another level, I'm bout to pull Porsche out
And flood the other bezel, I get dug shovels
niggas fuck with pebbles; I flip big boulders
Switch Rovers, hit 'em the gun that's in his holster
You could cum, ma; why sip soda?
These wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to have my number if you wanna buy
Fuck a borough, we floodin' the Tri-State
20 thou' on the arm, more on the charm
And I done copped every damn haze spot on Audobon
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for
Add up everything you got, it ain't to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the
See these little niggas to rap, man I just happen to rap
Know I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns, 'bout to buy more
And when we on the road, follow the tour bus
You mad you losing, plus in the Bronx
I'm responsible for of the stabbings and the shootings