Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Motherfuckin' was at, was motherfuckin' hyped up
Nigga grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga and it was on
From there the motherfucker there nuttin' stoppin' him
What what did the of his niggaz do?
Man the motherfuckers was ready for anything
Them niggaz was packin' burners them niggaz was to fight
Whatever we had to do niggaz was on the real flip out holmes
It was just comin' out like a
The nigga amped be come on, come on motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

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

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

What? want drama, puttin' work on my block
When I told y'all last week that was too hot
pieces 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 come in

Hey yo Biggie tell these I'm a hit 'em where it hurts
The big city it don't no bodies call me Papichulo
To all the Mamis I'm about ten blunts down
Drank or fo' stouts seen five fat asses
Passed bitch with glasses
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 take the steel

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

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

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 and them 357 bitches
Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
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 spread
Lil' Gotti got the to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I tote guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the drippin'
When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my slow remarkable

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

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

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

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

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