Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up

Damn, is y'all ready to go up in
Alright, pull the black mask
We 'bout to rush the
Ah shit, hide your
I y'all we was coming
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 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 guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

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

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

Relax baby, don't spazz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit when your 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 gettin' hot in
I think 'bout to get shot in here
The nine mill to clear the spot in here
And we get searched kid, we got glocks in here

Somebody me to the hoe suckin' cocks in here
I think they to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit Universal got this
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 ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old shit
That shit nigga

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

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

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

And if God only helped that help themselves
When I see somethin', I '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 player, pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
Ladies grab your and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see ass, baby, back 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, what? 'em up, huh

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

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

I pull a four-four from out of the
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

Ain't nothing but boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate colors except 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 can't get
Why you never say when, you ain't had

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
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up