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, it out y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now everytime I meet a dats frontin, it's aight
Gettin money and everybody it
a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, gotta call my

5 where you at?
"No need for alarm, right now I'm to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are about to get
I see dis cat away behind my back to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 flat, I got your back,
I'll be there 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, you, and knockin out other sucka's tooths
Full speed ahead, like we a toll booth
more flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a on me and my people and let loose

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

All my people just wave yo hands, gettin 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 to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da
my seat, rock to da beat
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da

Blow up da spot we be hittin, know what I
Got you yo people up like caffeine
Flyin guilloutine, everything on my little computer screen
From here to

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

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