Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the ladies on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
Listen to the abstract freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
And I can't with the body rock
See I've got heart like John
mad sparks
me the mic
And be rocking the whole park
I'm the m to the see to the a and it's a
The rhymes that we bust on the 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
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill
Nobody's getting any bigger this

Ad rock down the ione
Listen to the shit because of them is boney
Got to do it this like chachi and joanie
Because she's the and I'm the macaroni
So why all the and why all the fuss
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm getting
I've got a grandma hazel and a grandma
Grand royalprez and I'm a member
Born on the cusp in the month of
I do the patty duke in you don't remember
Well, I freak a beat like the shit was in a blender
Well, I'm long gone is born
Don't a mother fucking fool telling me right from wrong
I don't I'm slick nor do I play 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 what's

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

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

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