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 know how to keep a
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 a team with
The big money figures to plot da with
The who be used to gettin money frequent
The who I'd always measure up my triple beams with

Until start takin my people to the precint
But all back 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 keep it
Shorty be so exotic she 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
hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

To all my dogs dat stay bloody, well 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, it's
Gettin money and everybody it
a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, gotta 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 away behind my back about to do a
"Tell me where you at, I be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
be there just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I boost,
and blast through da ceiling in da

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

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while next to me, lemme see
Lemme 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
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 Iceburg X-5 bounce from da
my seat, rock to da beat
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da

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

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

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