Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Damn, is y'all ready to go up in
Alright, pull the black mask
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I told y'all we was
Yo everybody watch out, up

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
Lemme see your ass baby, it up, huh

My soldiers on the 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 Sticky Fingaz, out
I told niggas, yo come on

Hennesied up, play the cut, it up
Rag on my head, eyes lookin' way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, 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 shit when your friend touched my
I see Brooklyn schemin', we all in the
But that's hip hop, we rap from off the block

Is it me or is it hot in here?
I think somebody 'bout to get shot in
The nine mill guaranteed to clear the in here
And we get searched kid, we got glocks in here

Somebody bring me to the hoe suckin' cocks in
I think they trying to shut it down, I cops in here
I'm the hottest shit Universal got this
And all my niggaz rockin' rocks in here, 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
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old real
Queens shit nigga

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

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

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

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

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 ass, baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the front 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

Word up, we takin' all y'a
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 arrest my is rough
Shoot up the like Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, Timbs get

I pull a four-four 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 creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your

Ain't but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I every colors except for green
In the club, were 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 that chicken, was she 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
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 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