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

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

Until they start takin my to the precint
But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't nuttin
Cuz now we see women we like to with
Eat with, lay 'em down and sleep

Type of woman who make a brotha keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin
Lotta corny niggaz who be 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
Lemme ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

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

Iceburg 5 you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are about to get
I see dis cat away behind my back about to do a
"Tell me you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
I'll be there just in to counteract."
Sometimes I might even my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast da ceiling in da roof

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

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

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

Keep it movin, we run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but lookin
Me and my five be runnin the mission you seen
Hot shit, makin ya fuckas forever

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