Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Motherfuckin' was at, was motherfuckin' hyped up
Nigga grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga and it was on
there the motherfucker there wasn't nuttin' stoppin' him
What did the rest of his niggaz do?
Man the motherfuckers was ready for anything
niggaz was packin' burners them niggaz was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do niggaz was on the real flip out holmes
It was comin' out like a motherfucker
The nigga amped be like on, come on motherfuckers

Come on motherfuckers, on
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on motherfuckers, come on

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on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

Let's go deep into the phrase, sun rays
Off the bald head, is real
Biggie me put on joint so I'm a be the big wheel
it Slim, hey Dad, place yo bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight,
Hey Biggie, I you're from Brooklyn
22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready

Well, why not blow up the spot with
Release the brain storm, to make your brain warm
A strange form, kind of lyrical biggie the bastard
Sadat's kind of spiritual eell, in God we trust", guns I
Got that disgustin', sewer style and that
Do you know, you're goin' to, do you like the things that I bring?
Make an wanna sing for a livin'
Take the beat down we givin', c'mon motherfucker

Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

What? Niggaz want drama, work on my block
I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
Sellin' and treys, cuts my dimes
Somebody gonna get paid, block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the
Caught one in your chest, your breath come in

Hey yo Biggie tell these I'm a hit 'em where it hurts
The big city it don't no bodies call me Papichulo
To all the Spanish I'm about ten blunts down
Drank three or fo' seen five fat asses
Passed bitch with glasses
Hey yo money yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock
I'm a tell him it can happen, don't play me with rap shit
Life is real, so take the steel

on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

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Come on motherfuckers, on
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on motherfuckers, come on

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight,
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits end
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot

That's how I got the weed spot, I dread in the head
Took the bread and the spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to body
So resist, or you might miss Christmas
I guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs drippin'
I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my flows remarkable

to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony sniff the yayo
crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin' shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at they

So you better your pistol
'Cause if you sit still, I'm make your fuckin' shit spill
And I'm talkin' buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' shots to
Big Pop-pa, you off somethin' proper
off is the hardcore rap singer
A K A crack slinger, it anytime nigga

Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

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