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 yo momma freak wit
Put yo people on if y'all how to keep a secret
When I get money ya I like to keep it
How I get money ya know others are tryin to 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 start takin my people to the precint
But dats all back in da day yo, that nuttin recent
Cuz now we see women we like to speak
Eat with, lay 'em down and with

Type of who make a brotha wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she decent
Lotta corny who be offerin whack free shit
I hold the heat no more, yo I gotta release 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 stay bloody, well 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 and everybody want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
Fall on da floor, gotta my X-500

5 where you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, are about to get thick
I see dis cat away my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 flat, I got your back,
I'll be there in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might forget 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 speed ahead, like we runnin a toll
more flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a truce on me and my and let loose

All my in da place to be, gettin money while 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 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 from da
Recline my seat, to da beat
Lyrical artist, scarred up in da heat

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

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

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