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 *come get it*
Rampage, up in the house get it*
What? come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: lord have mercy, rah

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

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in your like I'm a c&c two liter
The little that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all about me"
I bleed things, slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin dreams
I'd be if this the 1900's
niggaz gon get it, and e'rybody want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a lab
The spins on your single, even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker jackers at the car lots
get no harder if you went to school of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
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 rampage just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my if you with me just, bounce with this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in lex coupe or your expo'
squad, we the ones in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't 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
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

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

2x

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