Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

goes out, uh, huh, it goes out, uh, huh
To all the Biters, What?
Timbaland got something to say ya'll, him out
is the lil' man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If it's money to be made, I I'm the printer
If it's ice to be rocked, I I'm the winner
You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the
One in a million like Aaliyah, burn Gonorrhea, what?

I beat the beater, everywhere
Cris' like the in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing a newborn
You must be on some new and

Lyrically I tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me who wanna mo', catch me in the studio, what? a do
Give me 10 minutes, hook you up with joint that's mean
From New York, VA to Cali, all points in

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every corner that I flow, you I get it on
Timbo, I even it down in NO
And corner that I flow, I get it on

Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

Can we get it on?
(Um hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo
(Yo)
Shit I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or make shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop I came in the do'
(What?)
Missy went platinum I came in some mo'
(What?)
Aaliyah, Ginuwine, Mag and two O's
(Uh, huh)
Outside production on and Total

wanna buy the man for real
Got beats and program to kill
Timbaland and I'm ill
believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south, know
When it come to these beats I play, yo, I get it on

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

Can we get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now gon' point 'em out, check it

I come than a two seater Benz
Have your pockets wide open, you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, with mad weaves

Spendin' ain't nuthin', nigga's who style frontin'
And then ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
Platinum with the chips in it

Money to burn, nigga when you learn
It's automatic, now I I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly bitch
a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I'm banging from my to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and know I'm ready for this
Eyes closed, sealed and prepare for the kiss

And I told we won't miss, what?

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Point 'em out,

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, uh
(Um, hmm)

Can he get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out nigga
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah, boo

Yo, Timbaland, people understand
How you do beats, yo, ha, even I don't understand
You people always tryin' to bite you
And made like you
You da man right now, I ain't mad at cha, play on