Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was ready
And I was all ready on and spaghetti

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a
If I said I get cha, wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck permits

We own the city, on the with Diddy
Red pretty, when she get aroused
Like to her own titty
Put it in the

Ya wanna got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
Won't reach out and ya bet I won't
Till my whole wardrobe is it, now

Make this money, this money
Ain't no way you can take from me
Ain't shit funny, it honey
it money, now let's get it

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no
butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the sit
When I came, the that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the for the stinking
Watch the force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big
guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you
For we off make sure that your seated
read it believe it

Make money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
shit funny, shake it honey
Take it money, now get it

Soul Controller, rap Itola, hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm voter, motherfucker quota
Give some soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the
I'm this game till it say out of order
Who's the scorer, then tear the floor up

On the world tour your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks
All the five quarters, headline supporters, wives and daughters
a neck spray from Esate Lauders, call Puffy to order

Ayo, call me Diddy I run city
the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you with me
Get head in the red at one fifty

lose it, love two things my family, my music
Might co-write and it
mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did

Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no
Make raps and and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so spots
I even buy luggage, ya love it

moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep coming around them I'm a her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, blue gators
Not guilty and I'm filthy,

Make this money, this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't shit funny, it, honey
Take it money, now get it

I be the east Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in channel with the Iverson handle
sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then proceed to

Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done to play mob
they day job
Tired of broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm under the bing

Act like you pull that thing, thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent blocks and Sing-Sing
Almost caught a fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

Moves for paper, moves no
out the blazer four-fifths with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, say I did it
Now get it

this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can this from me
Ain't shit funny, it, honey
it money, now let's get it

Make money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this me
Ain't shit funny, it, honey
Take it money, now get it

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