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 did the rest of his niggaz do?
Man the motherfuckers was just for anything
Them niggaz was packin' them niggaz was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes was on the real flip out holmes
It was just comin' out like a
The nigga be like come on, come on motherfuckers

on motherfuckers, come on
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Let's go deep the phrase, beautiful sun rays
Off the bald head, everything is
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 understand you're Brooklyn
With 22's in your shoes, yo keep the ready

Well, why not blow up the spot with
Release the brain storm, to your motherfuckin' brain warm
A strange form, kind of lyrical biggie the bastard
kind 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 emcee wanna for a livin'
Take the beat down we fuckin' givin', c'mon

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
gonna get paid, somebody block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as y'all run the block
Caught one in chest, your breath come in spurts

Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'm a hit 'em where it
The big city it don't spare no bodies me Papichulo
To all the Spanish I'm about ten blunts down
Drank three or fo' seen five fat asses
Passed this bitch with
Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo pass the glock
I'm a him it can happen, don't 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, eight, 38's
9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks

That's how I got the weed spot, I shot dread in the
Took the bread and the land
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your
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 flows

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

So you better grab your
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your shit spill
And I'm talkin' buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat fuck 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 slinger, bring it anytime nigga

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

on motherfuckers, come on
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