Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up

Damn, is ready to go up in here?
Alright, pull the black down
We 'bout to rush the
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I told y'all we was
Yo watch out, word 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 shirts and 'em up, huh
see your ass baby, back it up, huh

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

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

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

Relax baby, spazz 'cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say 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 'bout to get shot in here
The nine mill guaranteed to the spot in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got in here

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

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 ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old real
That Queens shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pull a from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, picture me not ridin' heat
Jump out of the Jeep, a nigga out of the street
can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach

Ain't but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors for green
In the club, that's my niggaz jewelry shop
When the hammer cock, we care who we box

So why you come to the club, you livin' it up?
Why you fuckin' with that chicken, was she it up?
Why you cop jewels, what you can't get stuck?
Why you never say when, you had enough?

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

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

go, get it up