Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Snoop Remix)

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

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

My on the front line actin' up, huh
Lemme see your guns, Throw '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 niggas, yo come on

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

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

Is it me or is it gettin' hot in
I think 'bout to get shot in here
The nine guaranteed to clear the spot in here
And we get searched 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 in here
I'm the shit Universal got this year
And all my niggaz rocks in here, come on

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

Black Trash, yo kick that old real
Queens shit nigga

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

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

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

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

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 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, what? 'em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

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

I'm so hot to death, I'll probably get to death
Fuck who the cops arrest my killers is
Shoot up the club like Puff, duck
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 nothing but killers boastin' to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every colors except for
In the club, that's were my jewelry shop
When the hammer cock, we care who we box

So why you come to the club, what you it up?
Why you with that chicken, was she givin' it up?
Why you even cop jewels, you can't get stuck?
Why you never say when, you 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
Lemme see your ass, baby, 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
Lemme see guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh

go, get it up