Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is ready to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the black mask
We bout to the door
(Ah shit, your jewelry)
I told we was coming
Yo watch out
up

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

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

[Verse 1: Fingaz]

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

Black
Yo kick old real shit
That green

[Verse 2:

Came to change, smoke, da whole shit to bouncin
Announcing ya name to loud might get u down
I vitallity cut after da club close
Wettin up ya sunday clothes, with a snub
how it goes, Xzibit 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 pussy & skate
I never debate, fake featherweights a nikel plate
Me & my niggaz seen da u feelin mate
And all da seen da dick that they should've ate
We multilate vacate in da golden state
of da place where niggaz usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & ya drinks
Cos u aint tryin to see death & I aint to see da clink
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the
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
I'll probably get to death
Y'all niggaz rock 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 down da house before I left I
These on da dance floor showin butt
My niggaz in da throwin up

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

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

Black