Luyện nghe bài hát Come Get It

in the house..

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

lord have mercy, rah digga

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

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter la femme nikita
Be all up in your hood I'm a c&c two liter
The little that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, weed dreams
I'd be if this the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder than a lab
The spins on your single, won't even top my ad
drops quicker than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of hard
The bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
So don't make me go there! (*starts to "the p is free"*)
Because the are free, but the rhymes cost money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz just to this
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane just bounce to this
All my niggaz if you me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
Catch em outside the shows, to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, just yo' ass yo
Bump in your lex coupe or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the in them videos
Catch us with the fly shit, but you hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just move feet
We to make you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

[lord have
I walk the path, that made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam the fog rays
International capital, cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, grands for goods
Traditional niggaz -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible flow
Grammar god, swing gold from panama
Twenty-four charms, with smooth cuts like sarah vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued malcolm, on any album
got chrome like sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the human torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a guard, controllin things
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 place c'mon
Rah, digga up in the baby c'mon
have mercy in the place baby c'mon
Busta rhymes is in the house c'mon
out, for the night yeah c'mon
Hollis crew, baby c'mon
Dj represent baby c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, shake it baby
All the females c'mon, shake it c'mon..