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 y'all know how to a secret
I get money 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 money to plot da scheme with
The who be used to gettin money frequent
The ones who I'd always measure up my triple beams

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

Type of who make a brotha wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin
Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack free
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 stay bloody, well 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, it's
Gettin and everybody want it
a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, call my X-500

5 where you at?
"No for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are to get thick
I see dis cat away my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
I'll be there just in to counteract."
Sometimes I might even my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast through da in da roof

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

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they next to me, 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 lettin to the extreme
Me my X-5 bounce from da scene
Recline my seat, to da beat
artist, microphone scarred up in da heat

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

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

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