Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

Yo,
Aiyyo if I was from New York I'd be from Harlem
An uptown nigga a hunger for stardom
runningback, coach I can't guard 'em
If you me on your team ma, you needs a starter
Beg your pardon, kid is actin
He up in the club, Slick Rick with his neck full
Goin to start a war, what is he there for?
Stacks paper, what he do that for?
a few thousand out the roof of my Maybach
Just a little somethin I got from Reebok
We cop, e'rything you see up in the
Shoppin sprees keep me ma, it's time to get some {?}
Turkey bacon, egg whites all up in my
how the protein keep a nigga lean
...
It's obscene how the protein a nigga lean

[Chorus:
We got a in here?! HELL NO!
We got a problem in here?! I SAID NO!
You wanna set it off?! HELL YEAH!
You really wanna set it off?! YEAH!
Then let's go, go, let's go, let's go
go, let's go, let's go, let's go (hey!)
Let's go, go, let's go, let's go
go, let's goooo (hey!)

I'm just chillin in my Coupe (what?) in my Coupe (what?)
I'm in my Coupe with my chick on the side
I'm just in my Coupe (what?) I'm chillin in my Coupe (what?)
I'm chillin in my Coupe my chick on the side

I'm like a country-ass lookin for my goddess
Same attractin apparatus around, that can her
Pulled down the shades, on your body
She can go this lame and let shorty go to work
Show a couple thou', bet go berserk
night she on the pole, then this mornin she in chruch
On her knees in both places, man I bet that
Get you some extra funds, support ya single
she slangin ass so you can say she buy sex
Plus she got a friend so I hope she
I park right next to her, yeah me
Plus the up on the hill, baby yeah that's me

See I'm a U-City alumni, out my one eye
Similar to Popeye, I'm on that spinach
Somebody up the Guinness Book, it's gotta be record
when I heard the beat I knew it had to be on my record
Know folks need it, I'm elected
The to bear arms, I'm officially protected
So if I call you out, argue, respect it
Matter fact, go hit the showers, you ejected!
I used to slang the Jimmy when I didn't care
I seen Jimmy jack corn homie, I was
When Jimmy turned with his devilish glare
I Jimmy waistline, partner he wouldn't dare (c'mon)
I can burn your like shots of Patron
Fuck a drink, I'm talkin 50-cal desert eagle
... Ah ah ah ah
I drop down and get my desert eagle on (boom!)

2X]