Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord mercy]
Land-lord, up in the house get it*
Rah digga, up in the house get it*
Rampage, up in the house 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
we tear the street up *come get it*
R: g'd up, what?
smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: what? come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

[rah
it, I come in sweeter than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The honey 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 if this the 1900's
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
So don't make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just to this
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
Catch em the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, just yo' ass yo
this in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in videos
us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the squad don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

[lord have
I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like
Got tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays
International capital, cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- on these players like
Dj in some mo', invincible pretty flow
god, swing like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter soul food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
Some got like sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? human 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 place baby
Flip--mode, up in the baby c'mon
Ram--page, up in the place baby
Rah, digga up in the house c'mon
Lord have mercy in the place 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 c'mon
All the females c'mon, it baby c'mon..