Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Snoop Remix)

Damn, is y'all ready to go up in
Alright, the black mask down
We to rush the door
Ah shit, your jewelry
I told we was coming
Yo watch 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 ass baby, back it up, huh

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

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

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

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

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

bring me to the hoe suckin' cocks in here
I think they trying to shut it down, I cops in here
I'm the hottest shit got this year
And all my niggaz rockin' rocks in here, on

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 shirts and 'em up, huh
Lemme see your ass, baby, it up, huh

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old shit
That Queens shit

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

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

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

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

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya player, pick it up, huh
My in the cut coast, stick '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
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

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

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

I a four-four from out of the seat
Up out it and beat, me not ridin' with heat
Jump out of the Jeep, a nigga out of the street
Nobody can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your

Ain't nothing but boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors except for
In the club, were my niggaz jewelry shop
When the cock, we don't 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 cop jewels, what you can't get stuck?
Why you never say when, you ain't had

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist pick it up, huh
My killers in the cut coast, 'em up, huh
grab your shirts 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
see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what? 'em up, huh

go, get it up