Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Together

One-two-one-two it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it dawn
Listen to the abstract got it on
Listen to the come on and let me spawn
All your eggs then you you go up the
to the abstract that freaky nigga
I'm ad rock and I shock and I tick and I
And I stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John
mad sparks
me the mic
And I'll be rocking the park
I'm the m to the see to the a and a must
The rhymes that we bust on the on lust
And my is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the
Yes I'm funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger than

Ad rock down the ione
Listen to the shit because both of them is
Got to do it like this chachi and joanie
Because the cheese and I'm the macaroni
So why all the fight and why all the
I ain't got no dust
Yea, you know I'm getting
I've got a grandma hazel and a tilly
royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of
I do the patty duke in you don't remember
Well, I freak a funky beat like the shit was in a
Well, I'm long word is born
need 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 like I was evan bernhard
And working on my game because life is taxing
Got to get it together and see what's

I go one two my name was biz mark
But I had to do the just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the
Let's kick the off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to
Tho moog with the 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 and I don't know where it's going
Talking lots of a little tweaking on the weekend
I've got to get him by the reigns because I know 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 about the times that I
And m.c.s come 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
Resting on nine one one ave off the farmes boulevard

I'm from manhattan m.c.a.'s from
Yea, m.c.a., your be cooking
Praying on the court and I can't be beat
So, yo tip, what's up with the boot on feet
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 some
I've got the kung fu grip behind my trap kit
Never ever smoking crack
Never ever ever wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple now &
Listen to me now, don't to me later
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't 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