Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

goes out, uh, huh, it goes out, uh, huh
To all the Biters, What?
Timbaland got something to say ya'll, him out
This is the lil' man speaking now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

If it's to be made, I guess I'm the printer
If ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner
You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the
One in a million like Aaliyah, burn like Gonorrhea,

I the beater, snares everywhere
Cris' like the in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing a newborn
You must be on some new and

Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a
Tell me who wanna mo', catch me in the studio, Doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with that's mean
New York, VA to Cali, all points in between

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every that I flow, you know I get it on
Timbo, I even it down in NO
And corner that I flow, I get it on

Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

Can we get it on?
(Um hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo
(Yo)
Shit I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they shit light
(Whew)

Hip to the hop when I in the do'
(What?)
went platinum then I came in some mo'
(What?)
Aaliyah, Ginuwine, Mag and two O's
(Uh, huh)
Outside on Coko and Total

wanna buy the man for real
Got beats and program to kill
Timbaland and I'm ill
Don't believe me? the back of your hand and feel

I'm up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south, they
When it come to these I don't play, yo, I get it on

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

Can we get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, it

I come sweeter than a two seater
your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
Without the C's lavish love the carats, nigga's with mad weaves

Spendin' money ain't nuthin', nigga's who style
And pretend ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
Platinum with the chips in it

Money to burn, nigga when you learn
automatic, now I realize I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, fly assed bitch
There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot

the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for
closed, lips sealed and prepare for the kiss

And I told ya'll we miss, what?

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Point 'em out,

Did she get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, uh
(Um, hmm)

Can he get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,

Now ride, yeah, boo

Yo, Timbaland, people understand
How you do these beats, yo, ha, even I understand
You people always tryin' to bite you
And made like you
You da man now, I ain't mad at cha, play on playa