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 money ya I like to keep it
How I get money ya know others are to peep it

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

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

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

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

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

Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's
Gettin money and want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
Fall on da floor, gotta 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 about to get
I see dis cat away behind my back about to do a
"Tell me where you at, I be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
I'll be just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and through da ceiling in da roof

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's
Full speed ahead, we runnin a toll booth
Produce more flavour then juice
a truce on me and my people and let loose

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

All my people 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 lettin loose to the
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da
Recline my seat, rock to da
Lyrical artist, microphone 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 little screen
From to Phillipines

Keep it movin, we run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but kerosene
Me and my five be runnin the you never seen
Hot shit, makin ya fuckas fein

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