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 the motherfucker there wasn't nuttin' stoppin' him
what did the rest of his niggaz do?
Man the motherfuckers was just ready for
Them niggaz was packin' burners 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 amped be like come on, on motherfuckers

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
Come on motherfuckers, on

Let's go deep the phrase, beautiful sun rays
Off the bald head, everything is
Biggie me put on this so I'm a be the big wheel
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 from
22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready

Well, why not blow up the with Sadat
Release the storm, to make your motherfuckin' brain warm
A strange form, somethin' kind of biggie the bastard
Sadat's kind of spiritual eell, in God we trust", guns I
Got that disgustin', sewer dumpin' and that
Do you know, where goin' to, do you like the things that I bring?
Make an wanna sing for a livin'
Take the beat down we 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, puttin' work on my
When I told last week that shit was too hot
Sellin' pieces and treys, cuts my
Somebody gonna get paid, somebody block get
Reaction is delayed as y'all run the block
Caught one in your chest, your come in spurts

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

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

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

I got Mac-11's, about eight, 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the 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
the bread and the land spread
Lil' got the shotty to your body
So resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs, I emcees the runs drippin'
When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far
Everybody hit the D E C K my slow flows

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

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, 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

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