Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up/Fire It up (Remix)

Uh, ah, uh ah

Ah ah ah ah
it out
Flipmode '98
Raw Deluxe, it out y'all

I be the hit
The yo momma freak wit
Put yo people on if know how to keep a secret
When I get ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya know others are to peep it

Flipmode, be the winners ya wanna a team with
The big money figures to plot da scheme
The who be used to gettin money frequent
The ones who I'd always measure up my beams with

Until they start takin my people to the
But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't recent
Cuz now we see women we like to with
Eat with, lay 'em down and with

of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it
Shorty be so she lookin decent
Lotta corny niggaz who be whack free shit
I can't hold the heat no more, yo I gotta it

What gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my crew
Lemme ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

To all my dogs dat stay bloody, around in the 500, all day
hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, aight
Gettin money and want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
on da floor, gotta call my X-500

Iceburg 5 you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are to get thick
I see dis cat behind my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
I'll be there in time to counteract."
Sometimes I even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast da ceiling in da roof

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other tooths
Full speed ahead, like we runnin a booth
Produce flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a truce on me and my and let loose

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they next to me, see
hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

All my just wave yo hands, gettin money all across da land, one time
hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Release the heat, we loose to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 from da scene
Recline my seat, rock to da
Lyrical artist, scarred up in da heat

up da spot we be hittin, know what I mean?
Got you hoppin yo people up like
Flyin guilloutine, seein everything on my computer screen
From to Phillipines

it movin, we never run out of gasoline
Gas me, arson, but lookin kerosene
Me and my be runnin the mission you never seen
Hot shit, ya fuckas forever fein

Anyone of you comin, you better come
Hit you a dose of rhyme amphetamine
Got your eyes all bloodshot, ya need
People in Wylin, I think you need to da sirene