Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up

Damn, is y'all to go up in here?
Alright, the black mask down
We to rush the door
Ah shit, your jewelry
I told we was coming
Yo everybody out, word up

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player, 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 line 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

Yo Fingaz, word out
I told niggas, yo come on

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

baby, don't spazz 'cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit when your friend my dick
I see schemin', we all in the spot
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 to clear the spot in here
And we get searched kid, we got glocks in here

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

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player, 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 on the front line actin' up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

Trash, yo kick that old real shit
That Queens nigga

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

Everybody gettin' comped, I paying no admission
Sticky Fingaz, I can't pay attention
Love the freaks that tweek and be it up
Love the that creep 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 Helen
Need a free show? go to hell and wait

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

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

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

I pull a 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 creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of reach

Ain't nothing but boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors for green
In the club, that's my niggaz jewelry shop
the hammer 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 never say when, you ain't had

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

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

go, get it up