Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord mercy]
Land-lord, up in the *come get it*
Rah digga, up in the *come get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? baby get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

lord have mercy, rah digga

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

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all about me"
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 totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
Hard drops than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz just to this
All my rampage just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, with this
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 videos
us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out 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 mercy]
I the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- with the fog rays
International capital, checks cashed in
your hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty
Grammar god, swing like from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from rouge
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? human any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, things
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

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