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 freak wit
Put yo people on if y'all how to keep a secret
When I get money ya know I to keep it
How I get money ya know are tryin to peep it

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

Until they 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 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 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 dat stay bloody, well around 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, aight
Gettin money and everybody 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 to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are about to get
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."
Sometimes I might even my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast through da ceiling in da

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

All my ladies in da to be, gettin money while they next 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, 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 da scene
Recline my seat, rock to da
Lyrical artist, scarred up in da heat

Blow up da spot we be hittin, know what I
Got you hoppin yo up like caffeine
Flyin guilloutine, seein everything on my little computer
From to Phillipines

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

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