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 right now, yo, Timbaland, it

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

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

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

Timbo, I bowed it down in NO
And every that I flow, you know 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)
all the playa haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo
(Yo)
Shit that I dropped, non stop nigga,
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic 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)
production on Coko and Total

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

I'm burnin' up, yo, stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and south, they know
When it come to these 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 '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 wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's with mad

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

to burn, nigga when will you learn
It's automatic, now I I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly bitch
a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I'm banging from my 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 prepare for the

And I told ya'll we miss, what?

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa 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 'em out, yeah
(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)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out nigga
(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 know people always tryin' to you
And made like you
You da man right now, I mad at cha, play on playa