Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

[lord have
Land-lord, up in the house get it*
Rah digga, up in the *come get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? baby come get it (rah: what? come get it)

lord have mercy, rah digga

L: turn the up
we about to creep up *come get it*
L: off the meter
Plus we tear the street up get it*
R: g'd up, what?
Don't smoke the weed up get it*
L: what? baby come get it (rah: nigga come get it)

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood I'm a c&c two liter
The honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all me" see?
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, weed dreams
I'd be queen if this the
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm totin bags, eyes than a photo lab
The spins on your single, even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, be punchliney bitch
So don't me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just to this
All my hurricane niggaz just to this
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, all you, hoes
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump in your lex coupe or your expo'
squad, we the ones in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the that don't sleep
me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, that made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam the fog rays
International capital, cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players
Dj call in some mo', pretty flow
Grammar god, swing gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah
Here we go, here we go --
the vocals hotter than soul food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? human any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

Dj hurricane in the place baby
Flip--mode, up in the baby c'mon
Ram--page, up in the baby c'mon
Rah, digga up in the baby c'mon
Lord have mercy in the place c'mon
rhymes is in the house baby c'mon
Whylin out, for the night c'mon
Hollis crew, baby c'mon
Dj represent baby c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, it baby c'mon
All the females c'mon, shake it c'mon..