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

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

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

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The little honey be doin her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be queen if the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The on your single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard quicker than jackers at the car lots
get no harder if you went to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, 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 rampage niggaz just to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
em outside 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 bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven a week and we the squad that don't 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 -- high-beam with the fog rays
International capital, checks cashed in
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on players like
Dj call in mo', invincible pretty flow
god, swing like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts sarah vaughn
Here we go, here we go --
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like sly stone, you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, it's all water holdin springs

2x

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