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*
baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

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

[rah
Check it, I come in than la femme nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The little that be doin her she thing
On mya shit, like "it's all about me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be if this the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm totin bags, redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't top my promo ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be 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 niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the
Up in the studio, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex coupe or your
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move your
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the squad that don't
Catch me in the street I'm on the creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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