Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Damn, is ready to go up in here?
Alright, the black mask down
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I told we was coming
Yo everybody 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 grab shirts and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see ass baby, back it up, huh

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

Yo Fingaz, word out
I told y'all niggas, yo 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 to my feet about a third of the week

Relax baby, don't spazz 'cuz he your ass
I ain't say shit your friend touched my dick
I see Brooklyn schemin', we all in the
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 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 trying to shut it down, I seen in here
I'm the hottest 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 killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
Ladies grab shirts and lift 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

Trash, yo kick that old real shit
That Queens shit

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

Everybody gettin' comped, I paying no admission
Sticky Fingaz, I even pay attention
the freaks that tweek and be liftin' it up
Love the freaks that creep and be it up

I got twelve inches, I'm hung
Nine on my dick and three on my
My manager, the bitch is Helen Wate
Need a free Nigga go to hell and wait

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

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

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

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

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

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

So why you come to the club, you livin' it up?
Why you fuckin' that chicken, was she givin' 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 player it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
Ladies grab your 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, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up