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 yo momma 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 to gettin money frequent
The ones who I'd always up my triple beams with

Until start 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 down and with

Type of woman who make a brotha wanna it
Shorty be so she lookin decent
Lotta niggaz who be offerin whack free shit
I can't hold the heat no more, yo I gotta it

y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my crew
Lemme 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 I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's aight
Gettin money and want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
Fall on da floor, gotta 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 to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 flat, I got your back,
I'll be 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 knockin out sucka's tooths
Full speed ahead, we runnin a toll booth
more flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a on me and my people and let loose

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while 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 loose to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da
Recline my seat, rock to da
artist, microphone scarred up in da heat

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

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

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