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 now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the
If ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner
You my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender
One in a like Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

I beat the beater, everywhere
Cris' the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing a newborn
You must be on 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 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 corner that I flow, you I get it on
Timbo, I even 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)
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)
that I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the
(Uh, huh)
nigga's vibe or they make shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop when I in the do'
(What?)
Missy went then I came in some mo'
(What?)
Aaliyah, Ginuwine, Mag and two O's
(Uh, huh)
Outside production on and Total

wanna buy the man for real
Got warrrents and program to kill
nigga 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 stop my dough
I'm up, up top and down south, they know
When it come to these beats I play, yo, I get it on

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the 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 sweeter than a two seater
Have pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's mad weaves

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

Money to burn, nigga when will you
It's automatic, now I realize I gotta
of the rich, that fly assed bitch
There's a to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I'm banging from my to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and nigga's know I'm for this
Eyes closed, sealed and prepare for the kiss

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

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