Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord have
Land-lord, up in the house get it*
Rah digga, up in the house get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? baby come get it (rah: what? come get it)

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

L: the heat up
Cause we about to up *come get it*
L: off the meter
Plus we tear the up *come get it*
R: ladies g'd up,
Don't smoke the up *come get it*
L: what? baby come get it (rah: nigga come get it)

digga]
Check it, I come in than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The little honey that be her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all me" see?
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be queen if the 1900's
Cause gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The on your single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker than at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
So don't me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, just yo' ass yo
Bump in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just move your
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
days a week and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

[lord have
I the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays
International capital, checks cashed in
Damage your hood, natural, grands for goods
Traditional niggaz -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible flow
Grammar god, swing like gold panama
Twenty-four charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
we go, here we go -- attitude
Spit the hotter than soul food from baton rouge
Come, like malcolm, on any album
got chrome like sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, it is -- handcraft the raw
Who the boss? human any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, it's all water like springs

2x

Dj hurricane in the baby c'mon
Flip--mode, up in the baby c'mon
Ram--page, up in the place c'mon
Rah, digga up in the house baby
Lord mercy in the place baby c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the house baby
out, for the night yeah c'mon
Hollis crew, baby c'mon
Dj hurricane represent baby
All the ladies c'mon, it baby c'mon
All the c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..