Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is ready to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the black mask
We bout to rush the
(Ah shit, your jewelry)
I told we was coming
Yo watch 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 grab your shirts and 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, what em up, huh

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

1: Sticky Fingaz]

Who made folks slam and throw they guns?
Who made da world bacdafucup in
Who made niggaz go out and shave head bald?
Who Dr Dre for a soul train award?
Who da first rap star u dive into da crowd?
Who originated that screamin sound?
Who had da last verse u were waitin for?
Well he's solo now u gotta wait no more?
FINGAZ! my life 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 album this year?
I brought everybodys who came 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 interscope was biddin wars tryin to sign me
Do u think its all about da monney nah, nah, its more than
Its real shit thug niggaz want ya autograph
There's only 3 hot thats out no lie
Lets see me, myself & I
I flip 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
Recording in da same studio, 2Pac got
to da game new ideas
I cop more respect than u, I aint an album in 2 years

Black
Yo kick that old real
green shit

[Verse 2:

Came to change, smoke, provoke da whole to bouncin
Announcing ya name to loud might get u shut
I cut down after da club close
Wettin up ya clothes, with a snub nose
how it goes, Xzibit give a fuck what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a week in a of da mohcians
You bastards is tweekin, I came to get some pussy &
I never debate, fake featherweights a nikel plate
Me & my niggaz seen da u feelin mate
And all da bitches seen da dick that they ate
We multilate then vacate in da golden
Home of da place 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 pop a nigga with this

Up!
Yeah we all ya money
takin all ya

[Verse 3: Method Man &

Yo Yo Im so hot to def
I'll get shot to death
Y'all wanna rock 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 in da bathroom throwin up

Carrying a black 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
airin out da room like im vaccuming up
Doc u know da rukcus gonna get tonight

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

Black