Luyện nghe bài hát Get It, Got It

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up jack?

[lil'
goes out uh huh
It out uh huh
To all the b biters huh?
got something to say ya'll
him out
This is the lil' man speaking now
Yo kick it

If it's money to be i guess i'm the printer
If it's ice to be i guess i'm the winner
You know my crew ginuwine not the
One in a million aaliyah
like gonorrhea, what?
I the beater, snares everywhere
Cris' like the in the watch on my wrist
growing like a newborn
You be on some new and improved
Lyrically i murder tracks, put two in a
me, who wanna mo'
Catch me in the studio, doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, i'll hook you up joint that's mean
>from new york, va to cali, all in between

Timbo i bowed it down in no
And corner that i flow
You i get it on
Timbo, i even it down in no
And every corner that i
I get it on

man]
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (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)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
that i dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (whoa)
Meet the unpredicted by the psych (uh huh)
Either vibe or they make shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop i came in the do' (what?)
Missy went platinum then i in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

Outside production on and total
Fugitive wanna buy the man for
Got beats and program to kill
nigga, and i'm ill
Don't believe me? take the back of your and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my
Im burnin' up, up top and down they know
When it come to these beats i play, yo
I get it on

[lil'
Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (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 she's gon' point 'em out, it

I come sweeter a two seater benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
Without the c's, lavish love the carats
Nigga's with mad
Spendin' money nuthin'
who style frontin'
And then pretend ya old
Nigga, we let you know, district
rolex's with the chips in it
Money to burn, nigga when you learn
It's automatic, now i realize i have
Lifestyles of the rich, 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 screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and nigga's i'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and for the kiss

[timb & man]
And i told ya'll we won't miss,

man]
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters 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 point 'em out, (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 'em out, what?

Now let's ride, boo

Yo,
People understand how you do these beats, yo
Ha, i don't understand
You know people always to bite you
And stuff like you
You da man now
I mad at cha
on playa