Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is y'all to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the mask down
We bout to the door
(Ah shit, hide 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 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 your guns, throw em up, huh
see your guns, what throw em up, huh

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

1: Sticky Fingaz]

Who made folks slam and throw they guns?
Who made da bacdafucup in '91?
Who made niggaz go out and shave they head
Who beat Dr Dre for a soul train
Who da first rap star u seen into da crowd?
Who originated that screamin grimey
Who had da last verse u were waitin for?
Well he's solo now u gotta wait no more?
STICKY FINGAZ! my is like an action flick
My album coming out february da 6th
I got a whats it all about in here?
I got a question who got da hottest album year?
I brought everybodys album who came out year
And I want my money back I got the album this year
Do u know how much paid russel simmons to buy me
interscope was havin biddin wars tryin to sign me
Do u think its all about da nah, nah, its more than that
Its real shit when thug niggaz 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 more respect than u, I aint dropped an album in 2

Black
Yo kick that old shit
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 down 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 blast of da
You bastards is tweekin, I came to get pussy & skate
I debate, fake featherweights catch a nikel plate
Me & my niggaz da moves u feelin mate
And all da bitches da dick 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 of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga this

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 rock wit
Not on ya day
Stoppin ya da M.E.F Way
Lets say we get this off our
Let da tec
S.I. back up in da I must confese I
Burnt da muthafuckin house before I left I
These ladies on da dance floor showin
My niggaz in da bathroom up

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

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

Black