Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is y'all to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the black down
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
Ladies your shirts and lift em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby it up, huh
My on the front line actin up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh
see your guns, what throw em up, huh

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

[Verse 1: Fingaz]

Who made black folks 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 first rap star u dive into da crowd?
Who that screamin grimey sound?
Who had da last verse u were waitin for?
Well he's solo now u aint wait no more?
STICKY FINGAZ! my life is like an flick
My solo album out february da 6th
I got a whats it all about in here?
I got a question who got da hottest album this
I everybodys album who came out this year
And I want my back I got the hottest album this year
Do u know how much universal paid simmons to buy me
Even interscope was havin biddin wars tryin to me
Do u its all about da monney nah, nah, its more than that
Its real shit when thug niggaz want ya
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 a nigga like Ja Rule did fifty
When I rhyme, I put on da spot
in da same studio, 2Pac got shot
Bringing to da new ideas
I cop more respect than u, I aint an album in 2 years

Black
Yo kick that old shit
That green

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
Wettin up ya clothes, with a snub nose
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 never debate, fake featherweights catch a nikel
Me & my niggaz seen da moves u feelin
And all da bitches seen da dick that they ate
We multilate vacate in da golden state
Home of da where niggaz usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & enjoy ya
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 with this

Up!
Yeah we all ya money
takin all ya

[Verse 3: Method Man &

Yo Yo Im so hot to def
probably 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
down da muthafuckin house before I left I
These ladies on da floor showin butt
My niggaz in da throwin up

a black shottie walkin up da club
Pick out ya dirtiest I can stomp in da mud (Who Want 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 Bees 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