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 to say ya'll, check him out
This is the man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the
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
like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing a newborn
You must be on new and improved

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

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every that I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it in NO
And every corner 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)
that 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 when I in the do'
(What?)
Missy went platinum then I 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 believe me? Take the of your hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, up top and south, they know
it come to these 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 '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 sweeter than a two Benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on
It never ends, indeed
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's mad weaves

Spendin' money ain't nuthin', nigga's who style
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 I gotta have
of the rich, that fly assed bitch
There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot

the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the saying Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and nigga's I'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed and 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)
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)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah, boo

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