Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
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on motherfuckers, come on

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

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

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

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on motherfuckers, come on
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What? Niggaz want drama, work on my block
I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
Sellin' pieces and treys, cuts my
Somebody gonna get paid, somebody get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as run down 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 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 bitch with glasses
Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the
I'm a tell him it can happen, don't play me that rap shit
is real, so Biggie take the steel

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

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on motherfuckers, come on

I got seven Mac-11's, eight, 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the 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 spot, I shot dread in the head
the bread and the land spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might 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 from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm shit like a pigeon
I you're listenin', smackin' babies at they christening

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

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