Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? I was born ready
And I was on fish and spaghetti
Creep 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
the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my wardrobe is-it, now listen

(chorus)
Make this money, take this (let's get it)
Ain't no way you can this from me (let's get it)
Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it (let's get it)
it money.. now let's get it (let's get it)

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

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids hate me they older 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
Then 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 reporters to my supporters
Hittin and daughters
Brought 'em spray from estee lauders
Call puffy to

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

(chorus)

rob (puffy)]
I be the eastside soprano, rob
Flow in e'ry channel with the iverson
Forty-five sparks turn your day flannel
the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done tried to play rob, quit day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz the wing
If I go to again I'm goin under the bing
Act you gon' pull 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, booze no
out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, said I did it
(he ain't do it) now get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)