Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

This goes out, uh, huh, it out, uh, huh
To all the Biters, huh?
Timbaland got something to say ya'll, him out
This is the man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If it's money to be made, I 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 million Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

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

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

Timbo, I bowed it down in NO
And corner that 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 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 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 production on 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 hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, stop my flow
I'm up, ya'll can't stop 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 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 point 'em out, check it

I come sweeter than a two seater
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's with mad

Spendin' ain't nuthin', nigga's who style frontin'
And then pretend ya old
Nigga, we let you know, district
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, fly assed bitch
There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot

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
closed, lips sealed and prepare for the kiss

And I ya'll we won't 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)
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, even I understand
You know people tryin' to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man right now, I ain't mad at cha, on playa