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 momma wit
Put yo people on if know how to keep a secret
When I get ya know 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 figures to plot da scheme with
The who be used to gettin money frequent
The who I'd always measure up my triple beams with

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

Type of woman who make a wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin
Lotta corny who be offerin whack free shit
I can't hold the no more, yo I gotta release it

What y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my
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
hear 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 want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
Fall on da floor, call my X-500

Iceburg 5 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 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 there just in to counteract."
I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast through da ceiling in da

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's
Full speed ahead, like we runnin a booth
more flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a truce on me and my people and let

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they 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 money all da land, one time
Lemme ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Release the heat, we loose to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 from da scene
Recline my seat, rock to da
artist, microphone scarred up in da heat

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

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

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