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 house get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? baby come get it (rah: nigga come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
Cause we about to creep up get it*
L: it's off the
Plus we tear the up *come get it*
R: g'd up, what?
smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? come get it)

[rah
Check it, I in sweeter than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood I'm a c&c two liter
The honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, of g-strings, havin weed dreams
I'd be if this the 1900's
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker than 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"*)
the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to
All my rampage just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz 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, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, just yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex 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 your
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
Seven days a week and we the squad that don't
me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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