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 something to say ya'll, 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 guess I'm the
You my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender
One in a like Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

I beat the beater, snares
Cris' like the 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
me who wanna mo', catch 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 in between

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every corner that I flow, you I get it on
Timbo, I bowed 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)
all the playa 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)
that I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the unpredicted by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make 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)
production on Coko and Total

Fugitive wanna buy the man for
Got warrrents and program to kill
Timbaland 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, can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south, know
When it 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)
Where all the playa 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 on friends
It never ends, indeed
the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's with mad weaves

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

Money to burn, nigga when you learn
It's automatic, now I realize I gotta
Lifestyles of the rich, 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 know I'm for this
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)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
'em out, what?

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)
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)
all the playa haters 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 people always to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man now, I ain't mad at cha, play on playa