Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

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

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
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on motherfuckers, come on
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Niggaz want drama, puttin' work on my block
When I told y'all last that shit was too hot
pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
Somebody gonna get paid, somebody get sprayed
is delayed as y'all run down the block
Caught one in your chest, your breath in spurts

Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'm a hit 'em where it
The big city it don't spare no call me Papichulo
To all the Mamis I'm about ten blunts down
Drank three or fo' stouts five fat asses
Passed this bitch glasses
Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs the glock
I'm a tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap
Life is real, so Biggie take the

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

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on motherfuckers, come on
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I got seven Mac-11's, eight, 38's
9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't my riches
if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks

how I got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs, I emcees the runs drippin'
When I my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my slow remarkable

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

So you better grab your
if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin' shit spill
And I'm talkin' bout buckets, why did I to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, bust it
'Cause I got mo' to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin' you off somethin'
Signin' off is the hardcore rap
A K A crack slinger, bring it nigga

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
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I to see shit like that