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?
got something to say ya'll, check him out
This is the lil' man speaking now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If money to be made, I guess I'm the printer
If ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner
You my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender
One in a million like Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea,

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

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

Timbo, I even bowed it in NO
And every corner 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)
Where all the haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo
(Yo)
that I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make shit
(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 on Coko and Total

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

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and south, they 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)
all the playa haters 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 she's gon' point 'em out, it

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

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

Money to burn, nigga when you learn
automatic, now I realize 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 from my land 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 ya'll we won't miss,

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

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)
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)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out nigga
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,

Now ride, yeah, boo

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