Luyện nghe bài hát Touch It Remix

[Intro &
"Touch it - bring it - babe - it -
turn it - it - stop - format it"
6x]

[Intro: Busta (Lloyd Banks)]
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets
Just when y'all thought it was to poke your head out again, let's go!!!
I know you we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!!
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX We Ta Do It Again!!! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if cut the lights off in the club

1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow sick
Pump shorty nobody can his click
Them hoes eyeing' they on my dick
The would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back Ice on with a fitted
Everybody money everybody gonna run
with that of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'M A PUT A FEW IN THE AND LET 'EM

"Touch it - bring it - - watch it -
turn it - leave it - - format it"
4x]

2: DMX (Busta Rhymes)]

(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, me dog
It gets ugly even when it to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY (Get Low X)
Get that do, that do? How that do?
you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you butt, you in your man's truck
But your is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY FRIEND

"Touch it - bring it - babe - it -
turn it - leave it - stop - it"
4x]

[Verse 3: DMX & Mary J. (Busta Rhymes)]
is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin' wit Bus, man is a piece
Stay off the streets, tired of talkin' to y'all
I'ma stick a fork at y'all (TURN IT UP)
I HIT 'EM, MAN THAT CRUNK GON GET 'EM MAN
UP HOW I DID 'EM MAN (WHAT)
AIN'T NO REMORSE BUT THE CHORUS, IS
CAN I. D. THE WHEN A NIGGA TOOTHLESS (Get low Mary!)
Maybe you can who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY (Get low Mary!)
Well let me you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did one the remix is take two
You love the way we re how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THE STADIUMS, AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A
AND LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND

"Touch it- bring it - babe - it -
it - leave it - stop - format it"
4x]

[Verse 4: (Busta Rhymes)]
(oohhh) (Get Low Boy) Is it any women in
Like it when I be them and pullin' they hair
Theirs a in your presence im just makin' it clear
Then you would all if he wasen't nowhere (TURN IT UP!!)
GET HANDS UP IN THE AIR IF YOU READY TO GO
COME THROUGH YOUR CITY AND I MURDER THE
AND THE TRUTH THE PROBLEM IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW
GET UP IN YA FACE AND HOLLA NE-YO
(Get Low Boy) what you wanna do
I ain't got to deal with your attitude
This was designed to put you in the mood
tryna' do sumtin nasty with you and ya (TURN IT UP!!)
IM A FREAKY LIL' BROTHER WITH A WHOLE LOTTA
YA BOY WORKIN WIT AND IM KINDA CUTE
WATCH THE WAY I DO IT HOW I IT OUT
YOU'LL BE TRYNA PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH

"Touch it- it - babe - watch it -
it - leave it - stop - format it"
4x]

[Verse 5: (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this banger
Smack you in your make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it Bus later
Bare I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't
I got New York in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble
Or I smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)
I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT RIP HIS JACKET
SPLIT HIS BACK AND HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!)
PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM I GRAB HIM TRIGGERS BLASTIN
A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, YOU LET 'EM

"Touch it - bring it - babe - it -
turn it - leave it - - format it"
4x]

[Verse 6: Rah (Busta Rhymes)]
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh
These jokers screamin damn Rah still be good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I
Ain't none of your you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a know
Type to empty account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA

"Touch it- bring it - babe - it -
turn it - it - stop - format it"
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[Verse 7: Elliot (Busta Rhymes) ]
Bus is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm baby, go 'head mami, don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN CHEECH AND CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong on!}
You can hit it a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of it
Nigga bring it on I might let you me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS (BUS!!) MISDEMEANOR IN
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M SPEARS

"Touch it- bring it - - watch it -
it - leave it - stop - format it"
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[Verse 8: Busta
(Get low Bus!) You see me you me the streets declare me God of the hood
You is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it it mu'fuckers
good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)
CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M MY SHIT
(Get low Bus!) As I was niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm and slayin
The street with the heat now up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food nothin left (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS I'M DOIN THE BOOKER T
IT YOU BETTER GET THE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME
LLOYD BANKS, AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY
I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE LIKE I DO GRAFFITI SO

"Touch it - bring it - - watch it -
it - leave it - stop - format it"
4x]