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

I the beater, snares everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the 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 wanna mo', catch me in the studio, 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 bowed it down in NO
And every that I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I bowed 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)
Shit that I dropped, non stop nigga,
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make 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)
Outside production on Coko and

Fugitive buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and to kill
nigga and I'm ill
Don't believe me? Take the of your 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 down south, 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)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(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 a two seater Benz
Have pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive
the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's with mad weaves

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

Money to burn, nigga when you learn
It's automatic, now I I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly bitch
There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot

Check the whip, I'm banging my land to my six
Had you at the show saying Bassey's a hit
I got the and nigga's 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)
Where all the playa 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 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 haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out nigga
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,

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 stuff like you
You da man right now, I ain't mad at cha, play on