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 *come get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

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

2x

All my flipmode just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
em outside 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 ram' bounce, just yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex coupe or expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Catch us the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the squad don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

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

2x

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