Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

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

If it's money to be made, I 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 Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

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

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

Timbo, I even bowed it in NO
And every corner that I flow, you I get it on
Timbo, I even it down 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 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 when I in the do'
(What?)
Missy went platinum then I came in mo'
(What?)
Aaliyah, Ginuwine, Mag and two O's
(Uh, huh)
Outside production on Coko and

Fugitive wanna buy the man for
Got warrrents and program 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 burnin' up, ya'll can't my dough
I'm up, up top and down south, they 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)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point '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)
Now she's point 'em out, check it

I come sweeter 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' money nuthin', nigga's who style frontin'
And then ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
Platinum with the chips in it

Money to burn, nigga when will you
It's automatic, now I realize I 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 saying Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and nigga's know I'm for this
closed, lips sealed and prepare 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 'em out nigga
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah, boo

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