Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord have
Land-lord, up in the house get it*
Rah digga, up in the house get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: lord mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
Cause we to creep up *come get it*
L: off the meter
Plus we tear the street up get it*
R: g'd up, what?
smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: what? baby get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

[rah
Check it, I come in than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey that be her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all about me"
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be queen if this the
Cause gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of hard
The grimy bitch, be punchliney bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
the groupies are free, but the rhymes cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

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

2x

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

2x

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