Luyện nghe bài hát I Get It On

What's up

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

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

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

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

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

Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters 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)
that I dropped, non stop nigga, whoa
(Whoa)
Meet the unpredicted by the psych
(Uh, huh)
nigga's vibe or they make shit light
(Whew)

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

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

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, can't stop 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 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 gon' point 'em out, check it

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

Spendin' money nuthin', nigga's who style frontin'
And then ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Platinum with the chips in it

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

Check the whip, I'm from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the saying Bassey's 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 we won't 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)
Where all the playa 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 playa 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 don't
You know people always tryin' to you
And made stuff you
You da man right now, I ain't mad at cha, on playa