Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

L: the heat up
Cause we to creep up *come get it*
L: it's off the
Plus we tear the up *come get it*
R: g'd up, what?
smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: what? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga get it)

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The honey that be doin her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt on my keyrings
Bra top, of g-strings, havin weed dreams
I'd be queen if the 1900's
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a lab
The spins on single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no if you went to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, 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 bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just to this
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz if you me just, bounce with this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the bounce, just 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 don't me doe
Rampage, professional, move your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out seats
Seven a week and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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