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?
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 like Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

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

I murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me who wanna mo', me in the studio, what? Doing a do
me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean
From New York, VA to Cali, all in between

Timbo, I even 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 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 I came 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 and Total

Fugitive buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and to kill
nigga and I'm ill
Don't believe me? Take the back of your 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 playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point '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)
Now she's gon' 'em out, check it

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

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

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

Check the whip, I'm banging from my to my six
Had you screamin' at the show Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and know I'm ready 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)
Point 'em out,

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa 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)
Where all the playa 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 know people tryin' to bite you
And made stuff you
You da man right now, I ain't mad at cha, on playa