Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Fingaz]

Who made black folks slam and throw they
Who made da world bacdafucup in
Who made go out and shave they head bald?
Who Dr Dre for a soul train award?
Who da first rap star u seen into da crowd?
Who that screamin grimey sound?
Who had da last verse u were always waitin
Well he's now u aint gotta wait no more?
STICKY FINGAZ! my life is an action flick
My solo album coming out da 6th
I got a question whats it all about in
I got a question who got da hottest album year?
I everybodys album who came out this year
And I my money back I got the hottest album this year
Do u know how much universal paid russel to buy me
Even interscope was havin biddin wars tryin to me
Do u think its all about da monney nah, nah, its more than
Its real shit thug niggaz want ya autograph
There's only 3 hot rappers out no lie
see theres me, myself & I
I might out & bug once da la gets in me
And go stab a nigga like Ja did fifty
When I rhyme, I put on da spot
in da same studio, 2Pac got shot
Bringing to da game new
I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped an in 2 years

Black
Yo kick old real shit
That shit

[Verse 2:

Came to change, smoke, provoke da whole shit to
Announcing ya name to loud get u shut down
I vitallity cut down after da club
Wettin up ya sunday clothes, a snub nose
how it goes, Xzibit give a fuck what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a in a blast of da mohcians
You bastards is tweekin, I to get some pussy & skate
I never debate, featherweights catch a nikel plate
Me & my seen da moves u feelin mate
And all da bitches seen da dick that they ate
We then vacate in da golden state
Home of da place where niggaz make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & enjoy ya
Cos u aint tryin to see death & I aint to see da clink
With the flick of a wrist, send you into the abyss
I pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this

Up!
Yeah we all ya money
all ya bitches

[Verse 3: Method Man &

Yo Yo Im so hot to def
I'll get shot to death
Y'all niggaz wanna 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. up in da joint I must confese I
Burnt da muthafuckin house before I left I
These ladies on da dance floor butt
My niggaz in da bathroom up

Carrying a black shottie walkin up da
Pick out ya dirtiest crew I can in da mud (Who Want It?)
Cos when I when im pumpin a slug
Start airin out da room like im up
Doc u da rukcus gonna get brung tonight

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

Black