Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Damn, is y'all to go up in here?
Alright, pull the black mask
We 'bout to 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
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 guns, what? 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 lookin' half way
Brought my thugs to the club, off the street
I'm iceburg to my feet a third of the week

Relax baby, don't 'cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit your friend 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 somebody 'bout to get in here
The nine mill guaranteed to the spot in here
And we ain't get kid, we got glocks in here

Somebody me to the hoe suckin' cocks in here
I think they trying to shut it down, I 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 shirts and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see ass, baby, back 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 your guns, what? 'em up, huh

Black Trash, yo kick old real shit
That Queens nigga

Fire marshall said it's too packed, fuck the law
And the guest list, 'bout to rush the door
Got cats online in and suits
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 tweek 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 three on my
My manager, the bitch is Helen Wate
Need a free Nigga go to hell and wait

And if God only helped those 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 wrist player, 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

Word up, we takin' all y'a
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 arrest my killers is
Shoot up the club like Puff, duck
Chains tucked, get scuffed

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
Nobody can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of reach

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

So why you to the club, what you livin' it up?
Why you fuckin' that chicken, was she givin' it up?
Why you even cop jewels, what you get stuck?
Why you never say when, you ain't had

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

go, get it up