Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

L: turn the up
Cause we to creep up *come get it*
L: it's off the
Plus we tear the street up get it*
R: g'd up, what?
Don't the weed up *come get it*
L: baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey that be doin her she
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody it
I'm totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on your single, even top my promo ad
Hard quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be 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 flipmode niggaz just bounce to
All my rampage niggaz bounce to this
All my hurricane just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, just yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move your
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
Seven days a week and we the squad don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the creep, so what?

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, sade
Got pickup -- high-beam with the fog rays
International capital, checks cashed in
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for
Traditional know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible flow
Grammar god, swing like gold panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like vaughn
Here we go, here we go --
Spit the vocals hotter soul food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any
Some got chrome like sly stone, you about son?
Here it is, it is -- handcraft the raw
Who the boss? human torch any four
Player, I be a guard, controllin things
In the 4th quarter, it's all water like springs

2x

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