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 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 beams with

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 and sleep with

Type of woman who make a wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin
Lotta corny niggaz who be whack free shit
I hold the heat no more, yo I gotta release it

What y'all gonna do? 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 meet a sucka frontin, it's aight
money 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 sound of my 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."
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 knockin out sucka's tooths
Full speed ahead, like we runnin a toll
Produce more flavour then juice
Call a on me and my people and let loose

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, 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 to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da
Recline my seat, rock to da
Lyrical artist, microphone up in da heat

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

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

of you comin, you better come clean
Hit you a dose of rhyme amphetamine
Got your all bloodshot, ya need visine
People in Wylin, I you need to wreak da sirene