Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Sticky

Who made black slam and throw they guns?
Who made da world in '91?
Who made go out and shave they head bald?
Who beat Dr Dre for a train award?
Who da first rap star u seen dive into da
Who originated screamin grimey sound?
Who had da last verse u were always for?
Well he's solo now u aint gotta wait no
STICKY FINGAZ! my is like an action flick
My album coming out february da 6th
I got a question whats it all in here?
I got a question who got da hottest this year?
I brought everybodys album who out this year
And I want my money back I got the hottest album this
Do u know how much universal paid simmons to buy me
Even was havin biddin wars tryin to sign me
Do u think its all about da monney nah, nah, its more that
Its shit when thug niggaz want ya autograph
There's only 3 hot thats out no lie
Lets see me, myself & I
I might flip out & bug once da la in me
And go stab a like Ja Rule did fifty
I rhyme, I put rappers on da spot
Recording in da studio, 2Pac got shot
Bringing to da new ideas
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, provoke da shit to bouncin
Announcing ya name to loud might get u down
I vitallity cut after da club close
Wettin up ya clothes, with a snub nose
That's how it goes, give a fuck 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 catch a nikel plate
Me & my niggaz seen da moves u mate
And all da bitches seen da that they should've ate
We multilate vacate in da golden state
Home of da place niggaz usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & enjoy ya
Cos u aint tryin to see & I aint tryin to see da clink
With the flick of a wrist, 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: Method Man &

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

Carrying a black shottie up da club
Pick out ya dirtiest I can stomp in da mud (Who Want It?)
Cos I scream when im pumpin a slug
Start airin out da room im vaccuming up
Doc u know da gonna 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, somebody give it up

Black