Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

Chorus: lord mercy, rah digga

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

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

2x

All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my rampage just bounce to this
All my hurricane just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you me just, bounce with this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven a week and we the squad that don't sleep
me in the street 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, cashed in full
your hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on players like
Dj call in mo', invincible pretty flow
Grammar god, swing gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts sarah 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 like sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? human torch any four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, all water like holdin springs

2x

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