Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Damn, is ready 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 watch out, up

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

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

Hennesied up, play the cut, it up
Rag on my head, lookin' half way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, off the street
I'm iceburg to my about 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 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 somebody 'bout to get shot in here
The nine mill to clear the spot in here
And we ain't get kid, we got glocks in here

bring me to the hoe suckin' cocks in here
I think trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit Universal got this
And all my niggaz 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 your shirts and 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old real
That Queens nigga

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 come through VIP and flies and boots

Everybody gettin' comped, I ain't paying no
Sticky Fingaz, I even pay attention
Love the that tweek and be liftin' it up
Love the freaks creep 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 Helen
Need a free show? Nigga go to hell and

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

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 shirts and 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass, baby, it up, huh

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

up, we takin' all y'a money
We takin' all y'a bitches, what y'all 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 like Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, Timbs get

I pull a 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
can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach

Ain't but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors 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 chicken, was she givin' it up?
Why you even cop jewels, what you get stuck?
Why you say when, you ain't had enough?

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

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

go, get it up