Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Up (Remix)

Is ready to go up in here?
Aiight, the black mask down
We to rush the door
(Ah shit, hide jewelry)
I told we was coming
Yo everybody out
up

Get it up, huh
The ice on ya wrist player it up, huh
My in the cut go stick em up, huh
Ladies grab shirts and lift em up, huh
Lemme see ass baby back it up, huh
My soldiers on the line actin up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh
Lemme see guns, what throw em up, huh

Yo Fingaz, word up
I y'all niggaz (black trash)
Yo on

1: Sticky Fingaz]

Who made black folks and throw they guns?
Who da world bacdafucup in '91?
Who niggaz go out and shave they head bald?
Who beat Dr Dre for a train award?
Who da first rap star u seen into da crowd?
Who originated that grimey sound?
Who had da last verse u were always waitin
Well he's solo now u aint wait no more?
STICKY FINGAZ! my life is like an flick
My album coming out february da 6th
I got a whats it all about in here?
I got a who got da hottest album this year?
I everybodys album who came out this year
And I want my money I got the hottest album this year
Do u know how much universal russel simmons to buy me
Even interscope was havin biddin tryin to sign me
Do u think its all da monney nah, nah, its more than that
Its real shit when niggaz want ya autograph
There's 3 hot rappers thats out no lie
see theres me, myself & I
I might flip out & bug once da la in me
And go stab a nigga Ja Rule did fifty
I rhyme, I put rappers on da spot
Recording in da same studio, 2Pac got
to da game new ideas
I cop respect than u, I aint dropped an album in 2 years

Black
Yo kick that old shit
That green

[Verse 2:

Came to change, smoke, provoke da whole shit to
Announcing ya name to loud might get u shut
I vitallity cut down da club close
up ya sunday clothes, with a snub nose
That's how it goes, Xzibit give a what u thinkin
Everyday for me is a week in a of da mohcians
You bastards is tweekin, I came to get some & skate
I never debate, fake featherweights catch a plate
Me & my niggaz seen da u feelin mate
And all da bitches seen da that they should've ate
We multilate vacate in da golden state
Home of da place niggaz usually make there last mistake
So pop ya collars & ya drinks
Cos u aint tryin to see & I aint tryin to see da clink
With the of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga this

Up!
Yeah we all ya money
all ya bitches

[Verse 3: Man & Redman]

Yo Yo Im so hot to def
probably get shot to death
Y'all wanna rock wit Meth?
Not on ya day
Stoppin ya da M.E.F Way
say we get this off our chest
Let da tec
S.I. up in da joint I must confese I
Burnt down da muthafuckin before I left I
These ladies on da dance floor butt
My in da bathroom throwin up

Carrying a black shottie walkin up da
Pick out ya crew I can stomp in da mud (Who Want It?)
Cos when I when im pumpin a slug
Start airin out da room im vaccuming up
Doc u know da rukcus gonna get brung

Killa says somebody gonna get stung tonight
Hit me, hit em up, me, stick em up
If we cant live it up, gotta give it up

Black