Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord mercy]
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 come get it (rah: what? nigga get it)

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

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

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter than la femme
Be all up in your like I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey be doin her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, of g-strings, havin weed dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
Cause gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't top my promo ad
Hard drops 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 niggaz just to this
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane niggaz just to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
Catch em outside the shows, to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, just yo' ass yo
this in your 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, move your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

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

2x

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