Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Up/Fire It up (Remix)

Uh, ah, uh ah

Ah ah ah ah
it out
Flipmode '98
Raw Deluxe, check it out

I be the hit
The brotha yo momma wit
Put yo on if y'all know how to keep a secret
When I get money ya know I like to it
How I get money ya know others are tryin to it

Flipmode, be the winners ya wanna a team with
The big money figures to plot da with
The who be used to gettin money frequent
The who I'd always measure up my triple beams with

Until they start takin my people to the
But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't nuttin
Cuz now we see women we like to with
Eat with, lay 'em down and with

Type of who make a brotha wanna keep it
be so exotic she lookin decent
Lotta corny who be offerin whack free shit
I can't hold the heat no more, yo I release it

What y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my
hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

To all my dogs dat stay bloody, well in the 500, all day
Lemme ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Now I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's aight
Gettin and everybody want it
a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, call my X-500

Iceburg 5 you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, are about to get thick
I see dis cat away behind my back about to do a
"Tell me where you at, I be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
be there just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I boost,
and blast through da in da roof

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's
Full speed ahead, like we runnin a booth
more flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a truce on me and my and let loose

All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they to me, lemme see
hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

All my people just yo hands, gettin money all across da land, one time
Lemme ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Release the heat, we loose to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da
my seat, rock to da beat
Lyrical artist, scarred up in da heat

Blow up da spot we be hittin, know I mean?
Got you hoppin yo people up caffeine
guilloutine, seein everything on my little computer screen
From here to

Keep it movin, we run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but lookin
Me and my five be runnin the mission you seen
Hot shit, ya fuckas forever fein

of you comin, you better come clean
Hit you with a dose of amphetamine
Got your eyes all bloodshot, ya need
People in Wylin, I think you need to da sirene