Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Damn, is y'all ready to go up in
Alright, the black mask down
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I y'all we was coming
Yo everybody watch out, 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 your and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see ass baby, back it up, huh

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

Yo Fingaz, word out
I told niggas, yo come on

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

Relax baby, don't 'cuz he touched your ass
I say shit when your friend touched my dick
I see Brooklyn schemin', we all in the
But that's hip hop, we rap niggaz from off the

Is it me or is it gettin' hot in
I think somebody to get shot in here
The mill guaranteed to clear 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 they trying 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 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 line 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

Black Trash, yo kick that old shit
That Queens shit

marshall said it's too packed, nigga fuck the law
And the guest list, 'bout to rush the door
Got cats online in ties and
We through VIP and button flies and boots

Everybody gettin' comped, I paying no admission
Fingaz, I can't even 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 well
on my dick and three on my toungue
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 come to a
You be under, and I'ma be standin'

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
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Word up, we takin' all y'a
We takin' all y'a bitches, y'all thought it was?

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

I pull a from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, me not ridin' with heat
Jump out of the Jeep, a nigga out of the street
Nobody can creep thirty nigga, I'm out of your reach

nothing but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I every colors 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' with that chicken, was she it up?
Why you cop jewels, what you can't get stuck?
Why you say when, you ain't had enough?

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
Ladies your shirts 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

go, get it up