Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Motherfuckin' was at, was motherfuckin' hyped 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 packin' burners niggaz was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do niggaz was on the real flip out holmes
It was just comin' out like a
The nigga amped be like on, come on motherfuckers

Come on motherfuckers, 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
Come on motherfuckers, on

Let's go deep the phrase, beautiful sun rays
Off the head, everything 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
With 22's in shoes, yo keep the shank 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
Sadat's kind of spiritual eell, in God we trust", I bust
Got that disgustin', sewer style and that
Do you know, where you're goin' to, do you the things that I bring?
Make an wanna sing for a livin'
Take the beat we fuckin' givin', c'mon motherfucker

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

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

Hey yo tell these niggaz I'm a hit 'em where it hurts
The big city it spare no bodies call me Papichulo
To all the Mamis I'm about ten blunts down
Drank or fo' stouts seen five fat asses
this 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 that rap shit
Life is real, so take the steel

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

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

I got Mac-11's, about eight, 38's
9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't my riches
Even if you had MC and them 357 bitches
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 land
Lil' got the shotty to your body
So resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs, I 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 slow remarkable

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

So you better your pistol
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 fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, you off somethin' proper
Signin' off is the hardcore rap
A K A crack slinger, bring it nigga

on motherfuckers, come 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

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