Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

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

We own the city, on the phone Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get
to suck her own titty
Put it in the

Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga we go
Get you ticket, the train, miss it
reach out and ya bet I won't visit
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 people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the and the soldiers sit
I came, the game that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the for the stinking
the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big
Might 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 take off make that your seated
Billboard read it it

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

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me they older
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm voter, motherfucker quota
Give some soda and a quota
Man I straight up out the water
I'm this game till it say out of order
the high 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
Brought a neck from Esate Lauders, call Puffy to order

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

Straight lose it, love two things my family, my
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all like Bruce did

Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no
raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many
I don't buy luggage, ya love it

Make moves major, hide out in
If your girl keep coming around I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, blue gators
Not and I'm filthy, c'mon

Make this money, take 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 side Soprano, Rob
in each channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn day gray flannel
the yay of the mantle, then proceed to dismantle

Can't slay Rob, how many niggas done tried to mob
Quit day job
Tired of putting broke under the wing
If I go to jail I'm going under the bing

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

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

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

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

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