Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
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

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

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

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
on motherfuckers, come on

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

Hey yo Biggie tell niggaz I'm a hit 'em where it hurts
The big city it don't spare no bodies 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 the glock
I'm a tell him it can happen, play me with that rap shit
is real, so Biggie take the steel

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
on motherfuckers, come on

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight,
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the never end
You can't my riches
Even if you had MC and them 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 dread in the
Took the bread and the spread
Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs, I emcees the runs drippin'
When I throw my clip in the A.K., I from far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my flows remarkable

Peace to
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the
That's 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' babies at they

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, 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

I to see shit like that