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 *come get it*
Rampage, up in the *come get it*
What? baby get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
Cause we about to creep up 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: what? baby get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

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

2x

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

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, that made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- with the fog rays
capital, checks cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for
niggaz know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', pretty flow
Grammar god, swing gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
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, it's all like holdin springs

2x

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