Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

This goes out, uh, huh, it out, uh, huh
To all the Biters, What?
Timbaland got to say ya'll, check him out
This is the lil' man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, it

If it's to be made, I guess I'm the printer
If it's ice to be rocked, I I'm the winner
You my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender
One in a million like Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea,

I beat the beater, everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the on my wrist
Audiences growing like a
You must be on some new and

Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a
Tell me who wanna mo', catch me in the studio, Doing a do
me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean
From New York, VA to Cali, all points in

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And corner that I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it in NO
And every corner I flow, I get it on

Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

Can we get it on?
(Um hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo
(Yo)
Shit that I dropped, non nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's or they make shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop when I in the do'
(What?)
Missy went then I came in some mo'
(What?)
Aaliyah, Ginuwine, Mag and two O's
(Uh, huh)
Outside production on Coko and

wanna buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and to kill
Timbaland and I'm ill
Don't believe me? the back of your hand and feel

I'm up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and south, they know
When it come to these I don't play, yo, I get it on

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,
(Um, hmm)

Can we get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now gon' point 'em out, check it

I come sweeter than a two Benz
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, with mad weaves

money ain't nuthin', nigga's who style frontin'
And then pretend ya old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Platinum Rolex's with the in it

Money to burn, when will you learn
automatic, now I realize I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, fly assed bitch
a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I'm from my land to my six
Had you at the show saying Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and nigga's know I'm for this
closed, lips sealed and prepare for the kiss

And I ya'll we won't miss, what?

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Point 'em out,

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, uh
(Um, hmm)

Can he get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,

Now ride, yeah, boo

Yo, Timbaland, people understand
How you do beats, yo, ha, even I don't understand
You know always tryin' to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man now, I ain't mad at cha, play on playa