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 house get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

L: turn the up
we about to creep up *come get it*
L: off the meter
Plus we tear the up *come get it*
R: g'd up, what?
Don't smoke the 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 hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, weed dreams
I'd be queen if this the
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm bags, eyes redder than a photo lab
The spins on single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of hard
The grimy bitch, sometime be bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
Because the are free, but the rhymes cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz just to this
All my rampage niggaz bounce to this
All my hurricane just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
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 ones in them
us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
Seven days a week and we the squad that don't
Catch me in the street I'm on the creep, so what?

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like
Got pickup -- high-beam 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', invincible pretty
Grammar god, swing like gold panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts sarah vaughn
Here we go, here we go --
Spit the vocals hotter than soul from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you son?
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 holdin

2x

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