Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord have
Land-lord, up in the house get it*
Rah digga, up in the *come get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? baby get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: lord mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
we about to creep up *come get it*
L: off the meter
Plus we tear the street up get it*
R: g'd up, what?
Don't smoke the weed up get it*
L: baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

digga]
Check it, I come in than la femme nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The little that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all about me"
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be bitch
So make me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just to this
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
this in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
Seven a week and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, that allah made, +smooth+, sade
Got pickup tracks -- with the fog rays
International capital, cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend for goods
niggaz know -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty
god, swing like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like vaughn
we go, here we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about
it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw
Who the boss? torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a guard, controllin things
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

Dj hurricane in the place baby
Flip--mode, up in the spot c'mon
Ram--page, up in the place c'mon
Rah, digga up in the house baby
Lord mercy in the place baby c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the baby c'mon
Whylin out, for the yeah c'mon
Hollis crew, baby c'mon
Dj hurricane baby c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, shake it c'mon
All the females c'mon, shake it c'mon..