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 *come get it*
What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga get it)

lord have mercy, rah digga

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

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in your like I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey that be doin her she
On some mya shit, like "it's all me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin dreams
I'd be queen if this the
Cause niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody it
I'm totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The bitch, sometime be punchliney 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 flipmode niggaz just to this
All my rampage niggaz just to this
All my hurricane just bounce to this
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
Catch em the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
Seven days a and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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