Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Snoop Remix)

Damn, is y'all ready to go up in
Alright, the black mask down
We 'bout to the door
Ah shit, hide jewelry
I told y'all we was
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
see your ass baby, back 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 guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

Yo Fingaz, word out
I told niggas, yo come on

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

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

Is it me or is it hot in here?
I somebody 'bout to get shot in here
The nine mill guaranteed to the spot in here
And we ain't get kid, we got glocks in here

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

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

Trash, yo kick that old real shit
That shit nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't but killers boastin' next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors for green
In the club, that's were my niggaz shop
When the hammer cock, we don't who we box

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

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

go, get it up