Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

[rah
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 about me"
I bleed things, blunt on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of hard
The grimy bitch, sometime be bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode just bounce to this
All my rampage just bounce to this
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, with this
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
em outside 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, just 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 move your
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the squad that don't
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

[lord have
I the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
International capital, cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these like
Dj in some mo', invincible pretty flow
Grammar god, swing gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like vaughn
Here we go, here we go --
Spit the vocals than soul food from baton rouge
Come, like malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? human any fantastic four
Player, I be a guard, controllin things
In the 4th quarter, it's all water like springs

2x

Dj hurricane in the place baby
Flip--mode, up in the spot baby
Ram--page, up in the baby c'mon
Rah, digga up in the baby c'mon
have 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 c'mon, shake it baby c'mon
All the c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..