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 now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

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

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

Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a
Tell me who wanna mo', me in the studio, what? 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 it down in NO
And every corner 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 haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(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)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo
(Yo)
Shit I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop when I 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 buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and program to
Timbaland and I'm ill
Don't believe me? Take the back of your and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll stop my dough
I'm up, up top and down 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 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 gon' point 'em out, check it

I sweeter than a two seater Benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on
It never ends, expensive
Without the C's lavish love 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, district
Platinum with the chips in it

to burn, nigga when will you learn
It's automatic, now I realize I gotta
Lifestyles of the rich, fly assed 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 and nigga's know I'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips 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)
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 playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the 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 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, I don't understand
You people always tryin' to bite you
And made like you
You da man right now, I ain't mad at cha, on playa