Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

This out, uh, huh, it goes out, uh, huh
To all the Biters, huh?
got something to say ya'll, check him out
This is the lil' man right 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 my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender
One in a like Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

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

I murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me who wanna mo', catch me in the studio, 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 bowed it in NO
And every corner that I flow, you I get it on
Timbo, I bowed it down in NO
And corner that 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)
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)
the futuristic unpredicted by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or make shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop when I in the do'
(What?)
Missy platinum then 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 and program to kill
Timbaland and I'm ill
Don't believe me? Take the of your hand and feel

I'm up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my
I'm up, up top and down south, they 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)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now gon' point 'em out, check it

I come than a two seater Benz
Have pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, with mad weaves

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

Money to burn, nigga when will you
automatic, now I realize I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly 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, 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)
Where all the 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)
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 point 'em out,

Now ride, yeah, boo

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