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

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

[rah
it, I come in sweeter than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The little that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin dreams
I'd be queen if this the
Cause gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The on your single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no if you went to school of hard knocks
The bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
So don't me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz bounce to this
All my rampage just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex coupe or expo'
squad, we the ones in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just your 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 I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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