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 rush the
Ah shit, hide your
I y'all we was coming
Yo everybody watch out, up

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
Lemme see ass baby, back it up, huh

My soldiers on the front line 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

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

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

Relax baby, spazz 'cuz he touched your ass
I ain't say shit your friend touched my dick
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 ain't get searched kid, we got in here

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

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

Black Trash, yo kick old real shit
Queens shit nigga

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

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

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

And if God only helped those help themselves
When I see somethin', I want 'em, I help
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 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 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 get shot to death
Fuck who the cops my killers is rough
Shoot up the like Puff, niggaz'll duck
tucked, Timbs get scuffed

I pull a four-four from out of the
Up out it and beat, picture me not ridin' heat
Jump out of the Jeep, a nigga out of the street
can creep thirty deep nigga, I'm out of your reach

Ain't nothing but killers next to me
I'm prejudice, I hate every except for green
In the club, that's were my niggaz 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, what you get stuck?
Why you never say when, you ain't had

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 and lift 'em up, huh
Lemme see ass, baby, back it up, huh

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

go, get it up