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

Chorus: lord mercy, rah digga

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

digga]
Check it, I in sweeter 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 queen if the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car
Couldn't get no if you went to school 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 flipmode niggaz just bounce to
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
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 videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
Seven a week and we the squad that don't sleep
me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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