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 momma wit
Put yo people on if y'all know how to keep a
I get money ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya know others are tryin to it

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

Until 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 and sleep with

of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin
corny niggaz who be offerin whack free shit
I hold the heat no more, yo I gotta release it

What y'all gonna do? Don't we 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
Lemme ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Now everytime I meet a sucka frontin, it's aight
Gettin money and want it
a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, call my X-500

Iceburg 5 you at?
"No need for alarm, now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
up 5, things are about 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 just in to counteract."
I might even 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
speed ahead, like we runnin a toll booth
Produce more flavour then juice
Call a truce on me and my and let loose

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money 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 just wave yo hands, gettin money all across da land, one
Lemme 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 X-5 bounce from da scene
Recline my seat, rock to da
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da

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

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

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