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 guess I'm the
You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the
One in a million like Aaliyah, burn Gonorrhea, what?

I beat the beater, snares
Cris' like the in the watch on my wrist
Audiences like a newborn
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
Give me 10 minutes, 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 I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it in NO
And every 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)
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 unpredicted by the
(Uh, huh)
Either vibe or they make shit light
(Whew)

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

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my
I'm up, ya'll can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south, they
it come to these 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 playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, it

I come than a two seater Benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on
It never ends, expensive
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, with mad weaves

money 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 will you learn
It's automatic, now I realize I gotta
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 gift and 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)
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)
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)
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 playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out nigga
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah, boo

Yo, Timbaland, don't 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 ain't mad at cha, on playa