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?
got something to say ya'll, check him out
This is the man speaking right now, yo, Timbaland, kick it

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

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

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

Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every corner that I flow, you I get it on
Timbo, I even it down in NO
And every corner 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 futuristic unpredicted by the
(Uh, huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they 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 and Total

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

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, ya'll stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and south, they know
When it to these beats I don't play, yo, I get it on

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point 'em out,
(Um, hmm)

Can we get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out
(Um, hmm)
Now she's gon' 'em out, check it

I come sweeter than a two seater
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive
Without the C's lavish habits love the carats, nigga's with mad

Spendin' money ain't nuthin', nigga's who frontin'
And pretend ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Rolex's 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 banging my land to my six
Had you at the show saying Bassey's a hit
I got the and nigga's know I'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed and prepare for the

And I ya'll 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)
all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah
(Um, hmm)

Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, uh
(Um, hmm)

Can he get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out nigga
(Um, hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah, boo

Yo, Timbaland, people don't
How you do these beats, yo, ha, even I don't
You know people tryin' to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man now, I ain't mad at cha, play on playa