Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

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

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

I beat the beater, snares
Cris' the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing like a
You be on some new and improved

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

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

Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa 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 that I dropped, non stop nigga,
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either vibe or they make shit light
(Whew)

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

wanna buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and to kill
nigga and I'm ill
Don't me? Take the back of your hand and feel

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

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

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

I come sweeter than a two Benz
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's with mad

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

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

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

And I told ya'll we won't miss,

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 haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,
(Um, hmm)

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

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

Now ride, yeah, boo

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