Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

on motherfuckers, come on
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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, yo bet on seven
to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey Biggie, I understand you're Brooklyn
With 22's in your shoes, yo the shank ready

Well, why not blow up the spot with
Release the brain storm, to make your 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, where you're goin' to, do you like the things I bring?
Make an emcee wanna for a livin'
Take the down we fuckin' givin', c'mon motherfucker

Come on motherfuckers, on
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on motherfuckers, come on

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on motherfuckers, come on
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on motherfuckers, come on

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

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
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 touch my
Even if you had MC Hammer and 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 shot dread in the
Took the bread and the spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs
When I throw my clip in the A.K., I from far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my slow remarkable

to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the
That's blunts, mad L's
My excels 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 your
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin' spill
And I'm talkin' buckets, why did I have to do it?
said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin' you off proper
Signin' off is the rap singer
A K A crack slinger, bring it anytime

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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