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 told 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 grab your and lift em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby it up, huh
My on the front line actin up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, throw em up, huh

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

[Verse 1: Fingaz]

Who made black folks slam and throw they
Who made da bacdafucup in '91?
Who made niggaz go out and shave they bald?
Who beat Dr Dre for a soul train
Who da first rap star u seen dive da crowd?
Who originated that screamin sound?
Who had da last verse u were waitin for?
Well he's solo now u aint gotta wait no
STICKY FINGAZ! my life is like an flick
My album coming out february da 6th
I got a question it all about in here?
I got a question who got da hottest album year?
I brought everybodys album who came out this
And I want my money back I got the hottest this year
Do u how much universal paid russel simmons to buy me
Even interscope was havin biddin wars tryin to me
Do u think its all about da monney nah, nah, its more than
Its real shit when thug niggaz ya autograph
only 3 hot rappers thats out no lie
Lets see theres me, & 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 rappers on da
Recording in da same studio, got shot
Bringing to da game new
I cop more than u, I aint dropped an album in 2 years

Black
Yo kick that old real
green shit

[Verse 2:

Came to change, smoke, provoke da whole to bouncin
ya name to loud might get u shut down
I cut down after da club close
Wettin up ya sunday clothes, with a nose
how it goes, Xzibit give a fuck what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a 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 mate
And all da bitches seen da dick that they ate
We multilate then vacate in da state
Home of da place where niggaz usually there last mistake
So pop ya collars & enjoy ya
Cos u aint tryin to see death & I tryin 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
all ya bitches

[Verse 3: Method Man &

Yo Yo Im so hot to def
I'll get shot 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. back up in da joint I confese I
Burnt down da muthafuckin before I left I
These ladies on da dance floor showin
My in da bathroom throwin up

Carrying a black shottie walkin up da
Pick out ya dirtiest I can stomp 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 live it up, gotta give it up

Black