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, check it out

I be the hit
The brotha yo momma wit
Put yo on if y'all know how to keep a secret
When I get money ya I like to keep it
How I get ya know others are tryin to peep it

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

Until they takin my people to the precint
But dats all back in da day yo, that nuttin recent
Cuz now we see we like to speak with
Eat with, lay 'em down and with

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

y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my crew
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 everybody it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
Fall on da floor, gotta call my

Iceburg 5 you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm 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 will be in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
I'll be just in time to counteract."
I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast through da in da roof

Comin through, hittin you, and out other sucka's tooths
Full ahead, like we runnin a toll booth
Produce more then Veryfine 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 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 to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce da scene
my seat, rock to da beat
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da

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

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

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