Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is y'all to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the black mask
We to rush the door
(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 shirts and lift em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby it up, huh
My soldiers on the front actin up, huh
Lemme see your guns, throw em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh

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

1: Sticky Fingaz]

Who made black folks slam and throw guns?
Who made da world bacdafucup in
Who made niggaz go out and they head bald?
Who beat Dr Dre for a soul award?
Who da first rap star u seen dive into da
Who originated screamin grimey sound?
Who had da last verse u always waitin for?
Well he's now u aint gotta wait no more?
FINGAZ! my life is like an action flick
My album coming out february da 6th
I got a question it all about in here?
I got a question who got da hottest album year?
I brought everybodys who came out this year
And I want my money back I got the album this year
Do u know how much paid 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 when thug want ya autograph
There's only 3 hot rappers out no lie
Lets see me, myself & I
I flip out & bug once 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 game new
I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped an in 2 years

Black
Yo kick that old real
That shit

2: Xzibit]

Came to change, smoke, da whole shit to bouncin
ya name to loud might get u shut down
I vitallity cut down after da close
Wettin up ya sunday clothes, with a snub
That's how it goes, give a fuck what u thinkin
for me is a week in a blast of da mohcians
You bastards is tweekin, I came to get some pussy &
I debate, fake featherweights catch a nikel plate
Me & my niggaz seen da moves u feelin
And all da seen da dick that they should've ate
We then vacate in da golden state
Home of da place where niggaz make there last mistake
So pop ya & enjoy ya drinks
Cos u aint 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 with

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
niggaz 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
down da muthafuckin house before I left I
These ladies on da dance showin butt
My niggaz in da throwin up

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

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

Black