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 the motherfucker there wasn't nuttin' stoppin' him
What did the rest of his niggaz do?
Man the motherfuckers was just for anything
niggaz was packin' burners them niggaz was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes niggaz was on the real out holmes
It was just comin' out a motherfucker
The nigga amped be like come on, on motherfuckers

Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
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Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sun
Off the head, everything is real
Biggie me put on this joint so I'm a be the big
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 your shoes, yo keep the ready

Well, why not blow up the spot with
Release the brain storm, to make motherfuckin' brain warm
A strange form, somethin' of lyrical biggie the bastard
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 the things that I bring?
an emcee wanna sing for a livin'
Take the beat 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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What? want drama, puttin' work on my block
When I told y'all last week shit 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, 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 Mamis I'm about ten blunts
three 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, play me with that rap shit
Life is real, so Biggie the steel

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

That's how I got the weed spot, I shot in the head
Took the bread and the land
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I make runs, I give emcees the runs drippin'
When I my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my flows remarkable

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

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

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