Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

Chorus: lord mercy, rah digga

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

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter than la femme
Be all up in your like I'm a c&c two liter
The little honey be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, "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 gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
Hard drops quicker than 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 make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce with
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em 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 this in your lex coupe or expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your
Seven days a week and we the squad that sleep
me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

[lord mercy]
I the path, that allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup -- high-beam with the fog rays
capital, checks cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these like
Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty
Grammar god, swing gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts sarah vaughn
we go, here we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from 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? torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, it's all water like springs

2x

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