Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is y'all to go up in here?
Aiight, the black mask down
We bout to rush the
(Ah shit, your jewelry)
I told 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 shirts and lift em up, huh
see your ass baby back it up, huh
My soldiers on the front line up, huh
Lemme see your guns, throw em up, huh
see your guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what em up, huh

Yo Sticky Fingaz, up
I told y'all (black trash)
Yo on

[Verse 1: Fingaz]

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

Black
Yo kick that old real
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 down da club close
up ya sunday clothes, with a snub nose
That's how it goes, Xzibit give a what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a week in a of da mohcians
You bastards is tweekin, I to get some pussy & skate
I never debate, fake featherweights catch a nikel
Me & my seen da moves u feelin mate
And all da seen da dick that they should've ate
We multilate then in da golden state
Home of da place where niggaz usually make there last
So pop ya collars & ya drinks
Cos u aint to see death & I aint 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 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 wanna rock wit Meth?
Not on ya day
Stoppin ya da M.E.F Way
Lets say we get off our chest
Let da tec
S.I. back up in da joint I 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 stomp in da mud (Who It?)
Cos when I when im pumpin a slug
Start out da room like im vaccuming up
Doc u know da rukcus gonna get brung

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

Black