Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is ready to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the mask down
We to rush the door
(Ah shit, your jewelry)
I y'all we was coming
Yo everybody out
up

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya player pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut go em up, huh
grab your shirts and lift em up, huh
Lemme see your ass back it up, huh
My soldiers on the front actin up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what em up, huh

Yo Fingaz, word up
I y'all niggaz (black trash)
Yo on

[Verse 1: Fingaz]

Who made folks slam and throw they guns?
Who da world bacdafucup in '91?
Who made niggaz go out and shave head bald?
Who beat Dr Dre for a train award?
Who da first rap star u seen dive into da
Who originated that grimey sound?
Who had da verse u were always waitin for?
Well he's solo now u aint wait no more?
STICKY FINGAZ! my life is an action flick
My solo album coming out da 6th
I got a whats it all about in here?
I got a who got da hottest album this year?
I brought everybodys who came out this year
And I want my money I got the hottest album this year
Do u know how much universal russel simmons to buy me
Even interscope was havin biddin tryin to sign me
Do u think its all about da nah, nah, its more than that
Its real shit thug niggaz want ya autograph
only 3 hot rappers thats out no lie
Lets see me, myself & I
I might flip out & bug da la gets in me
And go stab a like Ja Rule did fifty
When I rhyme, I put rappers on da
Recording in da same studio, got shot
Bringing to da new ideas
I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped an album in 2

Black
Yo kick that old shit
green shit

[Verse 2:

Came to change, smoke, da whole shit to bouncin
ya name to loud might get u shut down
I vitallity cut after da club close
Wettin up ya sunday clothes, with a snub
That's how it goes, Xzibit give a what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a week in a blast of da
You bastards is tweekin, I came to get some & skate
I never debate, fake featherweights catch a plate
Me & my niggaz da moves u feelin mate
And all da bitches da dick that they should've ate
We multilate then vacate in da state
Home of da place where niggaz usually there last mistake
So pop ya collars & ya drinks
Cos u aint tryin to see death & I tryin to see da clink
With the of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with

Up!
Yeah we takin all ya
takin all ya

[Verse 3: Man & Redman]

Yo Yo Im so hot to def
probably get shot to death
Y'all wanna rock wit Meth?
Not on ya day
ya breath da M.E.F Way
Lets say we get off our chest
Let da tec
S.I. back up in da joint I must I
Burnt da muthafuckin house before I left I
ladies on da dance floor showin butt
My niggaz in da throwin up

Carrying a black shottie up da club
Pick out ya dirtiest crew I can stomp in da mud (Who It?)
Cos when I scream when im pumpin a
Start out da room like im vaccuming up
Doc u know da rukcus get brung tonight

Killa Bees says somebody gonna get tonight
Hit me, hit em up, stick me, em up
If we cant live it up, somebody give it up

Black