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? nigga get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

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

2x

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

2x

[lord have
I walk the path, that made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- with the fog rays
International capital, checks in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for
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 like sarah vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food 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 human torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a guard, controllin things
In the 4th quarter, all water like holdin springs

2x

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