Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up

Damn, is y'all ready to go up in
Alright, the black mask down
We to rush the door
Ah shit, hide your
I told y'all we was
Yo watch 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 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 your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

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

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

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

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

Somebody bring me to the hoe cocks in here
I they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit got this year
And all my niggaz rocks 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 shirts and 'em up, huh
Lemme see ass, baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the front line up, huh
Lemme see your guns, 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 nigga

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

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

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

And if God only helped that help themselves
I see somethin', I want 'em, I help myself
So unless you and me 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 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 actin' up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh

up, we takin' 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 cops my killers is rough
Shoot up the club like Puff, duck
Chains tucked, get scuffed

I pull a four-four out of the seat
Up out it and beat, picture me not with heat
out of the Jeep, clear 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 care who we box

So why you to the club, what you livin' it up?
Why you fuckin' with chicken, was she givin' it up?
Why you even cop jewels, what you get stuck?
Why you never say when, you had enough?

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist 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 your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up