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

Chorus: lord mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
Cause we about to 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: what? baby come get it (rah: what? come get it)

digga]
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, blunt on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be queen if this the
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder a photo lab
The on your single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker than at the car lots
Couldn't get no if you went to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
So make me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz if you with me just, with this
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
Catch em 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 ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
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 seats
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 mercy]
I walk the path, that made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
International capital, checks in full
Damage hood, natural, spend grands for goods
niggaz know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty
Grammar god, swing like from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts sarah vaughn
we go, here we go -- attitude
Spit the hotter than soul food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the human torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, it's all water like holdin

2x

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