Luyện nghe bài hát Get It, Got It

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up jack?

[lil'
goes out uh huh
It out uh huh
To all the b biters huh?
Timbaland got something to say
him out
This is the man speaking right now
Yo kick it

If it's money to be made i i'm the printer
If it's ice to be i guess i'm the winner
You know my crew not the pretender
One in a million aaliyah
Burn gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, everywhere
Cris' like the in the watch on my wrist
Audiences like a newborn
You must be on new and improved
Lyrically i tracks, put two in a crew
me, who wanna mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? a do
Give me 10 minutes, i'll hook you up with joint that's
>from new york, va to cali, all in between

Timbo i even it down in no
And corner that i flow
You i get it on
Timbo, i bowed it down in no
And every corner that i
I get it on

man]
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
Shit that i dropped, nonstop nigga, (whoa)
the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (uh huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop when i in the do' (what?)
Missy platinum then i came in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

Outside on coko and total
Fugitive buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and program to
nigga, and i'm ill
Don't believe me? take the back of your and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, can't stop my dough
Im burnin' up, up top and down they know
When it come to beats i don't play, yo
I get it on

man]
Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Now she's point 'em out, check it

I come than a two seater benz
Have your pockets wide open, you spendin' on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
the c's, lavish habits love the carats
Nigga's with mad
Spendin' money ain't
who style frontin'
And then ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
Platinum with the chips in it
Money to burn, nigga will you learn
It's automatic, now i realize i have
of the rich, that fly assed bitch
There's a track to be ripped, i got the hot
Check the whip, i'm banging my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and know i'm ready for this
closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

[timb & man]
And i told we won't miss, what?

man]
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
'em out, what?

Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, uh (um hmm)

Can he get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out nigga (um hmm)
Now point 'em out,

Now ride, yeah boo

Yo,
People don't how you do these beats, yo
Ha, even i don't
You know always tryin' to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man now
I mad at cha
Play on