Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

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

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

I beat the beater, everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my
Audiences like a newborn
You be on some new and improved

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fugitive wanna buy the man for
Got warrrents beats and program to
nigga and I'm ill
Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and

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

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

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

I come sweeter a two seater Benz
Have your pockets 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 then ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Rolex's with the chips in it

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

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

And I ya'll we won't miss, what?

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

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

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

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

Now ride, yeah, boo

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