Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Damn, is y'all to go up in here?
Alright, pull the black down
We to rush the door
Ah shit, hide your
I told we was coming
Yo everybody watch out, up

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

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

Hennesied up, the cut, lightin' it up
Rag on my head, lookin' half 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 'cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit when friend 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 hot in here?
I think '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 they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in
I'm the hottest shit Universal got year
And all my niggaz rockin' rocks in here, on

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 ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old real
Queens shit nigga

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

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

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

And if God only helped that help themselves
I see somethin', I want '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 player, pick it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
Ladies your shirts and lift 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back 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 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 shot to
who the cops arrest my killers is rough
Shoot up the club like Puff, duck
Chains tucked, Timbs get

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

Ain't nothing but killers next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate 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 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 had enough?

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

go, get it up