Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up

Damn, is y'all 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 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
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

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

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

Relax baby, don't spazz 'cuz he your ass
I ain't say when your friend touched 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 shot in
The nine mill guaranteed to clear the in here
And we ain't get kid, we got glocks in here

Somebody bring me to the hoe suckin' cocks in
I think they to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest 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
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 your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

Black Trash, yo that old real shit
Queens shit nigga

Fire marshall said too packed, nigga fuck the law
And the guest list, niggaz 'bout to rush the
Got cats in ties and suits
We come through VIP and button and boots

Everybody gettin' comped, I ain't no admission
Fingaz, I can't even pay attention
Love the that tweek and be liftin' it up
Love the that 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 Helen
a free show? Nigga go to hell and wait

And if God only helped those that help
I see somethin', I want 'em, I help 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 in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
Ladies grab shirts and lift 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the line actin' up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
see your guns, what? Throw '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 probably get shot to
Fuck who the cops arrest my is rough
Shoot up the like Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, get scuffed

I pull a from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, picture me not ridin' with
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 killers boastin' to me
I'm prejudice, I hate colors except for green
In the club, that's my niggaz jewelry shop
the hammer cock, we don't 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 cop jewels, what you can't get stuck?
Why you never say when, you ain't had

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 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, what? 'em up, huh

go, get it up