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?
Timbaland got something to say ya'll, him out
This is the man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If money to be made, I guess 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 million Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

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

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

Timbo, I bowed it down in NO
And every that I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it in NO
And corner that 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)
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 nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or make shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop I came 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 beats and program to kill
Timbaland and I'm ill
Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and

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

I come than a two seater Benz
Have pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive
Without the C's lavish love the carats, nigga's 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 with the in it

Money to burn, when will you learn
automatic, now I realize 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 my land 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 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 playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
'em out, what?

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the 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 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 'em out nigga
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah, boo

Yo, Timbaland, people don't
How you do these beats, yo, ha, even I don't
You know people tryin' to bite you
And made like you
You da man now, I ain't mad at cha, play on playa