Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord mercy]
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 come get it (rah: what? come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
Cause we to creep up *come get it*
L: off the meter
we tear the street 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)

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter la femme nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey that be her she thing
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, of g-strings, havin weed dreams
I'd be queen if this the
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a lab
The on your single, won't even top my promo ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no if you went to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
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 niggaz just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin 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 ones in videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, move your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
days a week and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the creep, so what?

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
International capital, checks cashed in
Damage your hood, natural, grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these like
Dj call in mo', invincible pretty flow
Grammar god, like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any
Some got chrome sly stone, what you about son?
it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw
Who the boss? human torch any four
Player, I be a point guard, things
In the 4th quarter, all water 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 baby c'mon
Lord have in the place baby c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the baby c'mon
Whylin out, for the night yeah
Hollis crew, represent baby
Dj represent baby c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, shake it c'mon
All the c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..