Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Damn, is y'all to go up in here?
Alright, pull the black mask
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I told we was coming
Yo watch out, word up

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
Lemme see ass baby, back 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

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

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

Relax baby, spazz 'cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit when your friend my dick
I see schemin', we all in the spot
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 guaranteed to the spot in here
And we get searched kid, we got glocks in here

Somebody bring me to the hoe cocks in here
I think they to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit got this 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 shirts and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass, baby, it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old shit
That Queens shit

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

Everybody gettin' comped, I paying no admission
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
on my dick and three on my toungue
My manager, the bitch name is Wate
Need a free Nigga go to hell and wait

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

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

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

I'm so hot to death, I'll get shot to death
Fuck who the arrest my killers is rough
Shoot up the like Puff, niggaz'll duck
Chains tucked, 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 deep nigga, I'm out of reach

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

So why you come to the club, what you it up?
Why you fuckin' with that chicken, was she it up?
Why you even cop jewels, what you get stuck?
Why you never say when, you had enough?

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist pick it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
grab 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
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up