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 y'all how to keep a secret
I get money ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya others are tryin to peep it

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

Until they 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

Type of woman who make a brotha wanna it
Shorty be so she lookin decent
Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack shit
I can't hold the 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

5 where you at?
"No for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, 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 just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I boost,
and blast through da in da roof

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

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they to me, lemme see
Lemme 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 lettin loose to the
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce da scene
Recline my seat, to da beat
artist, microphone scarred up in da heat

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

Keep it movin, we run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but lookin
Me and my be runnin the mission you never seen
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
People in Wylin, I think you need to da sirene