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

on motherfuckers, come 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

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

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

on motherfuckers, come 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

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

Hey yo Biggie tell these I'm a hit 'em where it hurts
The big city it don't spare no bodies call me
To all the Spanish Mamis I'm about ten 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, don't play me that rap shit
Life is real, so take the steel

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

Come on motherfuckers, 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 shits end
You can't my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot

how I got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to body
So resist, or you might miss Christmas
I guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs drippin'
When I throw my 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 Tony Montana sniff the yayo
crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin' like a pigeon
I you're listenin', smackin' babies at they christening

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

Come on motherfuckers, on
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

I to see shit like that