Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up

Damn, is y'all ready to go up in
Alright, the black mask down
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide your
I told y'all we was
Yo everybody out, word up

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

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

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

up, play the cut, lightin' it up
Rag on my head, lookin' half way dead
Brought my to the club, straight off the street
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 Brooklyn schemin', we all in the
But that's hip hop, we rap niggaz off the block

Is it me or is it gettin' hot in
I think somebody 'bout to get in here
The nine mill guaranteed to the spot in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in

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

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

Black Trash, yo kick old real shit
That shit nigga

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

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

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

And if God only helped those that themselves
When I see somethin', I 'em, I help myself
So you and me come to a understanding
You gonna be under, and I'ma be

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

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

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

I'm so hot to death, I'll get shot to death
who the cops arrest my killers is rough
Shoot up the club Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, Timbs get

I a four-four from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, picture me not with heat
Jump out of the Jeep, clear a nigga out of the
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 except for
In the club, were my niggaz jewelry shop
When the cock, we don't care who we box

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

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
grab your shirts and lift '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 guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up