Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

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

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

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

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

Relax baby, don't spazz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit when your friend touched my
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 guaranteed to clear the spot in here
And we ain't get 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 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 shirts and 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick old real shit
That Queens shit

Fire marshall it's too packed, nigga fuck the law
And the guest list, niggaz 'bout to the door
Got cats online in and suits
We through 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 that 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 Wate
a free show? Nigga go to hell and wait

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

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
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

My on the front line actin' up, huh
see your 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 probably get to death
Fuck who the cops arrest my killers is
Shoot up the club Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, Timbs get

I a four-four from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, picture me not ridin' heat
Jump out of the Jeep, clear a out of the street
can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach

Ain't but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate colors except for green
In the club, were my niggaz jewelry shop
When the hammer cock, we don't who we box

So why you to the club, what you livin' 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 player pick it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick '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
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up