Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

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Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sun
Off the head, everything is real
Biggie me put on this so I'm a be the big wheel
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 you're Brooklyn
With in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready

Well, why not blow up the spot Sadat
Release the brain storm, to make motherfuckin' brain warm
A strange form, somethin' 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 emcee wanna sing for a
the beat down we fuckin' givin', c'mon motherfucker

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

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

on motherfuckers, come on
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I got seven Mac-11's, eight, 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the never end
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks

That's how I got the weed spot, I shot in the head
Took the and the land spread
Lil' Gotti got the 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 in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my slow flows

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

So you better your pistol
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin' spill
And I'm bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said it, you got a gun, nigga 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 anytime

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