Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

on motherfuckers, come on
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

Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sun
Off the bald head, is real
Biggie me put on this joint so I'm a be the big
Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo bet on
to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey Biggie, I understand from Brooklyn
With 22's in your shoes, yo keep the ready

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got Mac-11's, about eight, 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits end
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357
Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot

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

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

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

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

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

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