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 brotha yo freak wit
Put yo people on if y'all how to keep a secret
When I get ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya know are tryin to peep it

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

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 like to speak
Eat with, lay 'em down and with

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

What y'all do? Don't we always comin through, me and my crew
hear 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
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
money and everybody want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
Fall on da floor, gotta my X-500

5 where you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are to get thick
I see dis cat away my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 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 through da in da roof

through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's tooths
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 ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they next to me, see
Lemme 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
Lemme ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Release the heat, we lettin to the extreme
Me my X-5 bounce from da scene
Recline my seat, to da beat
Lyrical artist, microphone up in da heat

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

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

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