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 get it (rah: what? nigga come 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: ladies g'd up,
Don't smoke the up *come get it*
L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga 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 be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, weed dreams
I'd be queen if this the
Cause 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
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
So don't me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my niggaz 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
Catch em the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin 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 don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the squad don't sleep
me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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