Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up

Damn, is y'all to go up in here?
Alright, pull the black down
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I y'all we was coming
Yo everybody watch out, up

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya player, pick it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
Ladies grab your and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby, it up, huh

My soldiers on the line actin' up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

Yo Fingaz, word out
I told y'all niggas, yo on

Hennesied up, the cut, lightin' it up
Rag on my head, eyes lookin' way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, straight off the
I'm iceburg to my about a third of the week

Relax baby, don't spazz 'cuz he touched ass
I say shit when your friend touched my dick
I see schemin', we all in the spot
But that's hip hop, we rap from off the block

Is it me or is it hot in here?
I somebody 'bout to get shot in here
The nine mill to clear the spot in here
And we ain't get kid, we got glocks in here

Somebody bring me to the hoe suckin' cocks in
I think they trying to it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit got this year
And all my rockin' rocks in here, come on

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya player, pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
Ladies grab your shirts and 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass, baby, it up, huh

My on the front line actin' up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh

Black Trash, yo kick that old real
That Queens shit

Fire marshall said it's too packed, fuck the law
And the guest list, 'bout to rush the door
Got online in ties and suits
We through VIP and button flies and boots

Everybody gettin' comped, I paying no admission
Sticky Fingaz, I can't pay attention
Love the freaks tweek and be liftin' it up
Love the that creep and be givin' it up

I got twelve inches, I'm hung
on my dick and three on my toungue
My manager, the name is Helen Wate
Need a free show? Nigga go to hell and

And if God helped those that help themselves
When I see somethin', I want 'em, I help
So unless you and me come to a
You be under, and I'ma be standin'

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya player, pick it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
grab your shirts and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass, baby, it up, huh

My soldiers on the front line up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

Word up, we takin' all y'a
We all y'a bitches, what y'all thought it was?

I'm so hot to death, I'll probably get shot to
Fuck who the cops my killers is rough
up the club like Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, get scuffed

I a four-four from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, me not ridin' with heat
Jump out of the Jeep, a nigga out of the street
Nobody can thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach

nothing but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors for green
In the club, that's were my niggaz shop
When the hammer cock, we don't who we box

So why you come to the club, you livin' it up?
Why you with that chicken, was she givin' it up?
Why you even cop jewels, what you get stuck?
Why you say when, you ain't had enough?

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist pick it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
Ladies grab your and lift 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the line actin' up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up