Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

lord have mercy, rah digga

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

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

2x

All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my rampage just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the
Up in the studio, smokin the
Writin the hot shit, you 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 in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, move your feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your seats
days a week and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

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

2x

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