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 the door
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I y'all we was coming
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 your shirts and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see 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, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? 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 about a third of the week

Relax baby, don't spazz 'cuz he touched ass
I ain't say shit when friend touched my dick
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 hot in here?
I somebody 'bout to get shot in here
The nine mill to clear the spot in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in

bring me to the hoe suckin' cocks in here
I think they trying to it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the shit Universal got this year
And all my niggaz rockin' in here, come on

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 your ass, baby, it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick old real shit
That shit nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word up, we all y'a money
We takin' all y'a bitches, what y'all thought it

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

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

Ain't but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every except for green
In the club, were 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 cop jewels, what 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 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 line actin' 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

go, get it up