Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit we kick it until dawn
to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract that nigga
I'm ad rock and I and I tick and I tock
And I stop with the body rock
See I've got like John Starks
Hitting mad
me the mic
And I'll be rocking the park
I'm the m to the see to the a and a must
The that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but it
Let me get to the rhythm
Yes I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my
Like John Holmes, the nigga
to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's any bigger than this

Ad down with the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is
Got to do it like this chachi and joanie
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the and why all the fuss
Because I got no dust
Yea, you know I'm getting
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
Grand royalprez and I'm also a
Born on the cusp in the of November
I do the patty duke in case you don't
Well, I a funky beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone word is
Don't need a mother fool telling me right from wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane I was evan bernhard
And I've on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see happening

I go one two like my name was biz
But I had to do the just let me embark
On the lyric and the and the verb
Let's kick the off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho moog the funk for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes I to mention
When it comes to I'm representing
Spacing, zoning, talkin' on the and
My brain is roaming and I know where it's going
Talking lots of shit a little tweaking on the
I've got to get him by the because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a
And when I get my I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, you on the mic for
Because I had to talk the times that I rhyme
And when m.c.s in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back off with the quills
Nigga 'cause I you, nigga 'cause I'll keep you under prills
on nine one one sixteenth ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from
Yea, m.c.a., shit be cooking
mantis on the court and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, up with the boot on your feet
I've got the timbos on the and this is how it goes
Oh one two, oh my god
One two, oh my god, I've got some
I've got the fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever crack
Never ever fucking wack
I eat the pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now, don't to me later
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for
But, yo technically I'm as hard as
Gonna get it together, watch it, gonna get it ma bell
I'm like ma bell, I've got the ill

Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma bell, got the ill
Ma
it on and on