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, hide 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
Ladies grab your and lift em up, huh
see your ass baby back it up, huh
My soldiers on the 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

Yo Fingaz, word up
I told niggaz (black trash)
Yo on

[Verse 1: Sticky

Who made black folks slam and throw guns?
Who made da world bacdafucup in
Who made niggaz go out and shave head bald?
Who beat Dr Dre for a train award?
Who da first rap star u seen into da crowd?
Who originated that screamin grimey
Who had da last u were always waitin for?
Well he's solo now u gotta wait no more?
STICKY FINGAZ! my life is an action flick
My solo album coming out da 6th
I got a question it all about in here?
I got a question who got da album this year?
I everybodys album who came out this year
And I want my money back I got the album this year
Do u how much universal paid russel simmons to buy me
Even interscope was havin wars tryin to sign me
Do u think its all about da monney nah, nah, its than that
Its real when 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 nigga like Ja did fifty
I rhyme, I put rappers on da spot
Recording in da studio, 2Pac got shot
to da game new ideas
I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped an in 2 years

Black
Yo kick that old shit
That shit

2: Xzibit]

Came to change, smoke, da whole shit to bouncin
Announcing ya name to loud get u shut down
I vitallity cut down after da close
up ya sunday clothes, with a snub nose
That's how it goes, Xzibit a fuck what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a in a blast of da mohcians
You bastards is tweekin, I came to get pussy & skate
I never debate, fake featherweights a nikel plate
Me & my niggaz seen da moves u feelin
And all da bitches seen da that they should've ate
We then vacate in da golden state
of da place where niggaz usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & ya drinks
Cos u tryin to see death & I aint tryin to see da clink
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep the abyss
I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga 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 this off our
Let da tec
S.I. up in da joint I must confese I
Burnt down da muthafuckin house before I I
These ladies on da dance floor butt
My in da bathroom throwin up

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

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

Black