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

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
we about to creep up *come get it*
L: it's off the
Plus we tear the 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 come in 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 some mya shit, like "it's all about me"
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be if this 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, won't top my promo ad
Hard drops than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be bitch
So don't me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the 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 just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
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'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your seats
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 the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
International capital, checks cashed in
Damage hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in mo', invincible pretty flow
Grammar god, swing like gold panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah
we go, here we go -- attitude
Spit the hotter than soul food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? human any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

Dj in the place baby c'mon
Flip--mode, up in the spot c'mon
Ram--page, up in the place baby
Rah, digga up in the house c'mon
Lord have mercy in the baby c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the house baby
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..