Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

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

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

I beat the beater, snares
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my
growing like a newborn
You must be on new and improved

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

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

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 I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the unpredicted by the psych
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's or they make shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop when I in the do'
(What?)
Missy went platinum I came in some mo'
(What?)
Aaliyah, Ginuwine, Mag and two O's
(Uh, huh)
production on Coko and Total

Fugitive wanna buy the man for
Got warrrents beats and to kill
Timbaland and I'm ill
believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel

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

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

I come sweeter than a two Benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you on friends
It never ends, indeed
the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's with mad weaves

Spendin' money nuthin', nigga's who style frontin'
And pretend ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
Platinum Rolex's with the in it

to burn, nigga when will you learn
It's automatic, now I I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly bitch
a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I'm from my land to my six
Had you at the show saying Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for
Eyes closed, lips sealed and prepare for the

And I told ya'll we miss, what?

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

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 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 point 'em out,

Now ride, yeah, boo

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