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 freak wit
Put yo people on if y'all know how to a secret
I get money ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya know are tryin to peep it

Flipmode, be the ya wanna form a team with
The big money figures to plot da scheme
The brothas who be used to money frequent
The ones who I'd measure up my triple beams with

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

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

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

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

Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's
money and everybody want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all up
Fall on da floor, gotta my X-500

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

Comin through, hittin you, and out other sucka's tooths
Full ahead, like we runnin a toll booth
Produce more flavour Veryfine juice
Call a on me and my people and let loose

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

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

Release the heat, we lettin loose to the
Me my Iceburg X-5 from da scene
Recline my seat, to da beat
Lyrical artist, scarred up in da heat

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

Keep it movin, we never run out of
Gas me, your arson, but lookin
Me and my five be runnin the you never seen
Hot shit, makin ya forever fein

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