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 come get it (rah: what? come 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? baby come get it (rah: nigga come get it)

digga]
Check it, I come in than la femme nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey be doin her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, weed dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
Cause gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't 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 rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane niggaz just to this
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin 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
Threw on the bounce, just 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 don't 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 that sleep
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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