Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get It On

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Yea is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin from this side to that side
side, West side, your side, my side
It's all being funky man
Aiyyo give me microphone
It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly on 1-2-5th
where the dogs and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
okay okay okay it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on T.V. screen again
You see me on your MTV and on BET
and on your local focal point show
Nigga this how it flow so fly like an
No sequels no weed but I get love from all the
cause still my people
I'm dynamic panic when they see me
They get all up when my mic's hooked up
get it on!

Untouchables at your
(Let's get it on)
All you wack rappers hit the

How should I plead thuggin on a quest to get G's
from enemies ever since the days of a seed
I'm under pressure the stress have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police wanna see me stackin G's
They a playa but I won't let em capture me
I thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene
I can't close my eyes I see wicked things (demons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the
with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down tha four-five of stangers
on my 45(mm) that's what the fame does
I'm wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the gutter where the jealous roam
Pass the weed let Hennessey get to me
the penitentiary
get it on!!

Untouchables at your
(Let's get it on)
All you rappers hit the floor

[Grand
I thought you knew I stay true to this thing I do
I all the honeys saying, "Go Pu'!"
I flip a style from the building 70 apartment 6C
I turn food to green stamps rough power amps
and sold weed corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass my cash or just keep walking
Niggaz got more than Genesis
Seen a in L.A. now everybody wanna C
but youth don't trouble we
because they victim to what they see hey!
I keeps it +Reel to Reel+ like my album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to on
(hit em in the dog) So let's get it on! yea

B.I.G.]
Split the dutches fill it the skunk we about to
get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is
*cough, cough)*
Niggaz now the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock your pockets
and your sock just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to me
And dead niggaz make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't no moves aight
Reminiscin on my days
when I a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin cute
Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better down
Face down you know the the cream
Earrings you the drama Biggie bring
get it on