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 rush the
Ah shit, your jewelry
I told 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 shirts and lift 'em up, huh
see your ass baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the front line up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? '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 half way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, off the street
I'm to my feet about a third of the week

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

Is it me or is it gettin' hot in
I think 'bout to get shot in here
The nine mill to clear the spot in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got 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 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
grab your shirts 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
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

Black Trash, yo kick that old shit
That 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 flies and

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

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

And if God only helped those that help
When I see somethin', I want 'em, I help
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 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 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, Throw 'em up, huh

Word up, we 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 arrest my killers is rough
Shoot up the like Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, get scuffed

I a four-four from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, picture me not ridin' with
Jump out of the Jeep, a nigga out of the street
Nobody can creep deep nigga, I'm out of your reach

Ain't nothing but killers next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every except for green
In the club, that's my niggaz jewelry shop
When the hammer cock, we don't who we box

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

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
Ladies your shirts and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

go, get it up