Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all 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, redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of knocks
The bitch, sometime 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 niggaz bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
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, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a week and we the squad that don't
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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