Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord have
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: nigga come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

digga]
Check it, I in sweeter than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The little honey that be her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be queen if this the
Cause gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a lab
The spins on your single, even top my promo ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of 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 just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just to this
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the
Up in the studio, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
on the ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the in them videos
us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a week and we the squad that sleep
me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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