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? come get it)

lord have mercy, rah digga

L: turn the up
Cause we to creep 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: what? baby come get it (rah: what? come get it)

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey that be her she thing
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
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 your single, even top my promo 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 bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
Because the are free, but the rhymes cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce 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
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 them
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We to make you do the jerk, get out your 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
capital, checks cashed in full
Damage hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players
Dj call in some mo', invincible flow
Grammar god, swing like gold from
Twenty-four charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter soul food from baton rouge
Come, like malcolm, on any album
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, 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 baby
Rah, digga up in the house c'mon
Lord have mercy in the place c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the house c'mon
Whylin out, for the yeah c'mon
Hollis crew, represent baby
Dj hurricane represent baby
All the c'mon, shake it baby c'mon
All the females c'mon, shake it c'mon..