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

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter 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 some mya shit, like "it's all about me"
I things, blunt 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 bags, eyes redder than a photo lab
The spins on single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of knocks
The grimy bitch, be punchliney bitch
So make me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode just bounce to this
All my rampage just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just to this
All my niggaz if you me just, bounce with this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the in them videos
Catch us the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven a week and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, that made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
International capital, checks cashed in
Damage your hood, natural, spend for goods
Traditional know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible flow
Grammar god, swing like from panama
Twenty-four charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, here we go --
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any
Some got chrome sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the human 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 baby c'mon
Ram--page, up in the place c'mon
Rah, digga up in the baby c'mon
Lord mercy in the place baby c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the baby c'mon
Whylin out, for the yeah c'mon
crew, represent baby c'mon
Dj hurricane baby c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, shake it c'mon
All the c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..