Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

goes out, uh, huh, it goes out, uh, huh
To all the Biters, huh?
Timbaland got something to say ya'll, him out
This is the man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the
If ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner
You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the
One in a million Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea, what?

I beat the beater, everywhere
Cris' like the in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing a newborn
You must be on some new and

Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a
me who wanna mo', catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's
From New York, VA to Cali, all points in

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And corner that I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every corner I flow, I get it on

Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters 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)
that I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make shit
(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

wanna buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and program to
nigga and I'm ill
Don't believe me? the back of your hand and feel

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

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

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

I come sweeter than a two seater
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
Without the C's habits love the carats, nigga's with mad weaves

Spendin' money ain't nuthin', who style frontin'
And then pretend ya old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Platinum Rolex's the chips in it

Money to burn, nigga when you learn
automatic, now I realize I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, fly assed bitch
There's a to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I'm banging my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and know I'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed and for the kiss

And I ya'll we won't miss, what?

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

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

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters 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 point 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah, boo

Yo, Timbaland, people understand
How you do these beats, yo, ha, I don't understand
You know people tryin' to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man right now, I mad at cha, play on playa