Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It

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

Really, get smacked silly, you get silly
Fucking with these niggaz the, what you gon' do
When you ready? shit I was ready
And I was already on fish and
Creep with the culture, rap I can ya
Attack a vulture, see what 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 burn it, get hot like a
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
We own the city, on the phone diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red pretty, when she get aroused
to suck her own titty; put it in the video
Ya wanna holla got to follow here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I visit
my whole wardrobe 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 shit (uh) shake it honey (let's get it)
Take it money.. now get it (let's get it)

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

(chorus)

Soul controller, rap
Kids me when they older I put cracks by the stroller
I'm voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some soda and a quarter
Bet I straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game it say "out of order"
Put the score up
tear the floor up
On the world tour with whore out in europe
Head on the bus
Do what them in the drop thinks cooler
up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin wives and
'em neck spray from estee lauders
Call puffy to

Aiyyo, call me diddy - I run city
the cops, the d.a. and feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you with me
Gettin in the bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my my music
co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9
Got hawkin like yusef
Cause I can, break and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go
I get worldwide
Got so many I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, out in asia
If your girl comin around them 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 channel with the iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, then to dismantle
Can't rob
How many niggaz done to play rob, quit 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 get stuck for bling bling
I represent "a" block in sing
Almost caught a fifty for fuckin a latin king's queen
Moves for paper, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers I did it
(he do it) now let's get it (let's get it)

(chorus) (x3)