Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

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

digga]
Check it, I come in than la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two
The honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be queen if this the
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The on your single, won't even top my promo ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of 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 rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
Catch em outside the shows, to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
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 ones in videos
Catch us the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, move your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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