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

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

L: turn the up
Cause we about to up *come get it*
L: off the meter
Plus we tear the up *come get it*
R: ladies g'd up,
Don't smoke the weed up get it*
L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? 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 that be doin her she
On some mya shit, like "it's all me" see?
I things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin dreams
I'd be if this the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, even top my promo ad
Hard drops than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you to school of hard knocks
The bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
So don't 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 niggaz just bounce to this
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em 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, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex coupe or expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, move your feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your 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 have
I the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
capital, checks cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, grands for goods
niggaz know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty
Grammar god, swing like gold from
Twenty-four carat charms, smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, here we go --
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from rouge
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the human torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, things
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

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