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

Chorus: lord mercy, rah digga

L: turn the up
Cause we about to creep up get it*
L: it's off the
Plus we the street up *come get it*
R: g'd up, what?
Don't the weed up *come get it*
L: what? come get it (rah: what? nigga 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 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 if this the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
So don't me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just to this
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in lex coupe or your expo'
squad, we the ones in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the squad that sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

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

2x

Dj in the place baby c'mon
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 have in the place baby c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the baby c'mon
out, for the night yeah c'mon
Hollis crew, baby c'mon
Dj hurricane represent baby
All the ladies c'mon, it baby c'mon
All the females c'mon, shake it c'mon..