Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord have
Land-lord, up in the *come get it*
Rah digga, up in the *come get it*
Rampage, up in the *come get it*
baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The honey that be doin her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, of g-strings, havin weed dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder a photo lab
The spins on your single, even top my promo ad
Hard quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
So make 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 niggaz just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, this is how it goes, 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
Threw on the bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
this in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Catch us with the fly shit, but you 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 don't
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 -- with the fog rays
International capital, checks in full
your hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- on these players like
Dj call in mo', invincible pretty flow
Grammar god, swing like gold from
Twenty-four carat charms, smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter soul food 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 fantastic
Player, I be a point guard, things
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

Dj hurricane in the place c'mon
Flip--mode, up in the spot baby
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
Hollis crew, represent baby
Dj hurricane represent c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, it baby c'mon
All the females c'mon, shake it c'mon..