Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is y'all ready to go up in
Aiight, pull the black down
We to rush the door
(Ah shit, hide 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 in the cut go stick em up, huh
Ladies your 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 your guns, what em up, huh

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

[Verse 1: Sticky

Who made black folks and throw they guns?
Who made da world in '91?
Who niggaz go out and shave they head bald?
Who Dr Dre for a soul train award?
Who da first rap star u seen dive da crowd?
Who originated that grimey sound?
Who had da last verse u were always 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 hottest album this
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 paid russel simmons to buy me
Even interscope was havin wars tryin to sign me
Do u think its all about da monney nah, nah, its more that
Its real shit thug niggaz want ya autograph
There's 3 hot rappers thats out no lie
see theres me, myself & I
I might flip out & bug da la gets in me
And go stab a nigga like Ja did fifty
I rhyme, I put rappers on da spot
Recording in da studio, 2Pac got shot
to da game new ideas
I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped an album in 2

Black
Yo kick old real shit
green shit

[Verse 2:

Came to change, smoke, da whole shit to bouncin
Announcing ya name to loud might get u shut
I vitallity cut down after da close
Wettin up ya sunday clothes, 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 to get some pussy & skate
I debate, fake featherweights catch a nikel plate
Me & my niggaz seen da u feelin mate
And all da bitches seen da dick that should've ate
We multilate then vacate in da state
Home of da place where niggaz usually make there mistake
So pop ya collars & ya drinks
Cos u aint tryin to see death & I aint to see da clink
the flick of a wrist, send you deep into 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 probably get shot to
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. back up in da I must confese I
Burnt down da muthafuckin house I left I
These ladies on da floor showin butt
My niggaz in da bathroom up

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

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

Black