Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

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

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

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

Lyrically I tracks, put two in a crew
me who wanna 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 corner that I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I bowed it down in NO
And every that I flow, I get it on

Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa 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)
Shit that I dropped, non nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make light
(Whew)

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

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

I'm up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south, know
When it come to beats I don't 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 point '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)
Now she's gon' 'em out, check it

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

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

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

Check the whip, I'm banging 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
Eyes closed, lips sealed and prepare for the

And I told ya'll we miss, what?

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

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

Now ride, yeah, boo

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