Luyện nghe bài hát Get It, Got It

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What's up

man]
This out uh huh
It out uh huh
To all the b biters huh?
got something to say ya'll
him out
This is the lil' man speaking now
Yo kick it

If money to be made i guess i'm the printer
If it's ice to be rocked i guess i'm the
You my crew ginuwine not the pretender
One in a like aaliyah
like gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, snares
Cris' like the diamonds in the on my wrist
Audiences growing a newborn
You must be on new and improved
i murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me, who mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? a do
Give me 10 minutes, i'll hook you up with joint that's
new york, va to cali, all points in between

Timbo i bowed it down in no
And every that i flow
You i get it on
Timbo, i even it down in no
And every corner that i
I get it on

[lil'
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
Shit that i dropped, nonstop nigga, (whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the (uh huh)
nigga's vibe or they make shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop when i in the do' (what?)
Missy went platinum then i in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

production on coko and total
Fugitive buy the man for real
Got beats and program to kill
nigga, and i'm ill
Don't believe me? take the back of your hand and

I'm up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, can't stop my dough
Im burnin' up, up top and south they know
When it come to beats i don't play, yo
I get it on

man]
Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, it

I sweeter than a two seater benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
Without the c's, lavish habits the carats
with mad weaves
Spendin' money nuthin'
who style frontin'
And pretend ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
rolex's with the chips in it
Money to burn, nigga when will you
It's automatic, now i realize i gotta
of the rich, that fly assed bitch
There's a track to be ripped, i got the hot
Check the whip, i'm banging my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and know i'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the

[timb & man]
And i told we won't miss, what?

[lil
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
'em out, what?

Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah (um hmm)

Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, uh (um hmm)

Can he get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out nigga (um hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah boo

Yo,
People don't understand how you do beats, yo
Ha, even i understand
You know people tryin' to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man now
I mad at cha
on playa