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?
Timbaland got to say ya'll
him out
This is the lil' man right now
Yo timbaland 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 my crew ginuwine not the pretender
One in a million aaliyah
Burn like gonorrhea,
I beat the beater, snares
Cris' like the diamonds in the on my wrist
Audiences like a newborn
You must be on some new and
Lyrically i tracks, put two in a crew
me, who wanna mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? a do
Give me 10 minutes, i'll hook you up with joint mean
new york, va to cali, all points in between

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

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

production on coko 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, can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my
Im burnin' up, up top and south they know
it come to these beats i don't 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 playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Now gon' point 'em out, check it

I come sweeter than a two benz
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
Without the c's, habits love the carats
with mad weaves
Spendin' money ain't
Nigga's who style
And then pretend ya old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Platinum rolex's with the in it
Money to burn, nigga when will you
It's automatic, now i i gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, fly assed bitch
a track to be ripped, i got the hot shit
Check the whip, i'm from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and know i'm ready for this
closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

[timb & man]
And i told ya'll we miss, what?

[lil
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 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 let's ride, boo

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