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 house get it*
What? come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

lord have mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
Cause we to creep up *come get it*
L: it's off the
we tear the street up *come get it*
R: g'd up, what?
smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter than la femme
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 about me"
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be queen if 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
Hard drops quicker than at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
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 bounce to this
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, pimpin all you,
Catch em outside the shows, to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in 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 seats
Seven days a week and we the that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

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

2x

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