Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Stand Up

Mic check, mic check (mic check mic one two)
One two, one two mic (yeah)
Gilla House, baby (can y'all hear me out there?)
Yo, hey yo

[Chorus 2X: Sheek and
Get up, stand up - throw hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin up
Get up, stand up - throw your up
All y'all pretty bitches your motherfuckin hands up

Louch]
Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the day
I opened, I read it, and is what it say
time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the flight
Whatever nigga step in your way, hit his ass the K
And leave his where his children'll play
I cook somethin up Emeril's kitchen
I put the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's
And your security as as you are
The burners out, his big ass be the first to the car
I got goons that'll make it spark, and I don't throw a blow
Niggaz ready to stage like they Linkin Park
The hood love a nigga I ain't above a nigga
I eat the same shit in the hood as another
White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a
Get the hell up out your seats and everybody

Yo - yo lemme get some of that, yo
my uzi weigh a ton, Redman half baked
I'm smokin pounds, you hang around with Nasty
The great straight change, bitches close drapes
Cause my product, like Kool Keith
This for my hood niggaz sticky by the sto'
I rip your MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" nigga, hit momma like Stiffler
Redman and Louch, you got a brief clue
Who will tie you up E did to P in "Beef Two"
I cheat dude, me a Maybach to breathe
So I'm determined, like AJ Free
I don't play I'm grown, on 26 chrome
of my truck is ESPN Zone
Shame on a nigga, that try to run on a nigga
I bring pain on a

[Sheek
Hey yo that nigga, buck that nigga
Chase him to the roof, somebody cut nigga
1100, one wheel up (c'mon Sheek)
Lil' entrepeneur; shit, I'm already one up (D-Block)
to a bird - okay, I ain't sell a lot
But shit Jigga ain't go 'til his third
I'm one song away, but you think I did
How the house got long ass drive-a-way
Benz in the back, do Karate Kid
If they knew I get the time Gotti did
240 when floored, trey pound on my lap
bobblehead on the dashboard
Can't be ignored, I'm the coke niggaz afford
I'm the town niggaz haven't
I got a dutch or two, we can a few
But this is what y'all motherfuckers gotta do

Yeah, Brick City, all the way to baby
We got Yonkers bonkers baby!
We got Yonkers goin baby!
Yo Funk Doc, Sheek Louch, you know what it is
House, D-Block!