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 to say ya'll, check him out
This is the lil' man speaking 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 Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

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

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

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every corner that I flow, you I get it on
Timbo, I bowed it down 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 playa at?
(Um hmm)
Now '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)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo
(Yo)
Shit that I dropped, non nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the unpredicted by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop when I 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 wanna buy the man for
Got warrrents beats and program to
Timbaland and I'm ill
Don't believe me? the back of your hand and feel

I'm up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, up top and south, they know
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)
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 she's gon' point 'em out, it

I come sweeter than a two seater
your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
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 the chips in it

to burn, nigga when will you learn
It's automatic, now I realize I gotta
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed
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, lips sealed and prepare for the

And I told ya'll we won't miss,

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters 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 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 haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,

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 stuff like you
You da man right now, I mad at cha, play on playa