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 know how to keep a secret
When I get ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya know others are to peep it

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

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

of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin
Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack 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 stay bloody, 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 dats frontin, aight
Gettin money and everybody it
a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, call my X-500

5 where you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
up 5, things 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 there in 10 flat, I got your back,
be there just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast through da in da roof

Comin through, hittin you, and out other sucka's tooths
Full speed ahead, like we runnin a booth
Produce more flavour 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 money all across da land, one
hear 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, to da beat
Lyrical artist, scarred up in da heat

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

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

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