Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Snoop Remix)

Damn, is y'all to go up in here?
Alright, the black mask down
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide your
I told we was coming
Yo everybody out, word up

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya player, pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
Ladies grab shirts and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby, it up, huh

My soldiers on the front line up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh

Yo Sticky Fingaz, out
I told y'all niggas, yo on

Hennesied up, the cut, lightin' it up
Rag on my head, eyes lookin' way dead
Brought my thugs to the club, off the street
I'm iceburg to my feet about a third of the

Relax baby, don't 'cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit your friend touched my dick
I see Brooklyn schemin', we all in the
But hip hop, we rap niggaz from off the block

Is it me or is it gettin' hot in
I think somebody 'bout to get in here
The nine mill guaranteed to clear the in here
And we ain't get searched kid, we got glocks in

Somebody bring me to the hoe cocks in here
I they trying to shut it down, I seen cops in here
I'm the hottest shit Universal got year
And all my niggaz rocks in here, come on

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya player, pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
Ladies grab your shirts and 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass, baby, it up, huh

My soldiers on the front line 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

Black Trash, yo kick that old shit
That shit nigga

Fire marshall it's too packed, nigga fuck the law
And the list, niggaz 'bout to rush the door
Got cats online in and suits
We through VIP and button flies and boots

Everybody gettin' comped, I ain't no admission
Sticky Fingaz, I even pay attention
Love the freaks tweek and be liftin' it up
Love the freaks that and be givin' it up

I got twelve inches, I'm well
Nine on my and three on my toungue
My manager, the name is Helen Wate
Need a show? Nigga go to hell and wait

And if God only helped those that themselves
When I see somethin', I want 'em, I myself
So unless you and me to a understanding
You be under, and I'ma be standin'

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player, it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
Ladies grab shirts and lift 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the line actin' up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

Word up, we all y'a money
We takin' all y'a bitches, what y'all thought it

I'm so hot to death, I'll get shot to death
Fuck who the cops arrest my is rough
Shoot up the club like Puff, niggaz'll
tucked, Timbs get scuffed

I pull a from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, picture me not ridin' with
Jump out of the Jeep, clear a out of the street
Nobody can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of reach

Ain't nothing but killers next to me
I'm prejudice, I every colors except for green
In the club, that's were my jewelry shop
When the hammer cock, we care who we box

So why you to the club, what you livin' it up?
Why you fuckin' that chicken, was she givin' it up?
Why you even cop jewels, what you get stuck?
Why you say when, you ain't had enough?

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick 'em up, huh
Ladies grab your and lift 'em up, huh
see your ass, baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the line actin' up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up