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 get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

lord have mercy, rah digga

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

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

2x

All my flipmode niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz just bounce to this
All my hurricane niggaz bounce to this
All my niggaz if you with me just, bounce this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex 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 seats
days a week and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the I'm on the midnight creep, so what?

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
International capital, cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on players like
Dj call in some mo', pretty flow
god, swing like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like sarah
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the hotter than soul food from baton rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any
Some got chrome like sly stone, what you about
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 place c'mon
Flip--mode, up in the baby c'mon
Ram--page, up in the place baby
Rah, digga up in the house baby
Lord have mercy in the place baby
rhymes is in the house baby c'mon
Whylin out, for the night yeah
Hollis crew, represent baby
Dj hurricane represent baby
All the ladies c'mon, it baby c'mon
All the c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..