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

Chorus: lord 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: baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

digga]
Check it, I in sweeter than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood I'm a c&c two liter
The little that be doin her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, weed dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't top my promo ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no if you went to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts 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 just bounce to
All my niggaz if you with me just, with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
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 lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your 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 mercy]
I walk the path, allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays
International capital, checks in full
Damage your hood, natural, grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players
Dj call in some mo', pretty flow
Grammar god, like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals than soul food from baton rouge
Come, like malcolm, on any album
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 springs

2x

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