Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

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

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

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

Lyrically I tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me who mo', catch 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 points in

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every corner I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it 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 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 unpredicted by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they 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)
production on Coko and Total

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

I'm up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm up, ya'll can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south, they
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 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 point 'em out, check it

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

Spendin' money nuthin', nigga's who style frontin'
And then pretend ya old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Rolex's with the chips in it

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

Check the whip, I'm 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 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 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

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

Now ride, yeah, boo

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