Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, on, BCC
Come on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock,
Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to
So ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up

Or heat is leave the scene and to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets 'bra, I'll yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper
Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a
Then see ya, me in a club on a wall

Spliff in my hand, big booty broad winin' on my
Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two ten
Plus the other nine cats, my rapper card got in, your card
Yeah, my rapper card, it works in sessions

barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots etcetera
Buckshot, knots wit fists
stay high while I rock wit this
Mobb on y'all like the Infamous

Too close wit the dillinger, two shots, I miss
I'm wiggin' out while I'm diggin' out
Run from the gun claps, run three
Perhaps, niggas you sent to carjack

Buckshot got stopped in tracks wit macs
Now this is I act like when I smoke on black
Stay wit the lazy eye, bomb wit facts
From the street Bible or the street

thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on
I'm a nappy little nigga, still strong
You can eat a dick I eat a thong, Clue
But the bomb

It's the wave king, rock the two tone strip-ons
Don't wanna end up miss-on, then your positi-on
My grimy Brooklyn niggas flippin ya chick
While my crew New Jerus stay vickin' ya whips

Tek is the shit, ain't nobody like this
Deep impact steez like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericson wit the
Y'all stockin' cap copycats, get off the

I keep the livin' quarter down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all
So while I'm takin' a shit, I'm at route and a hit
The we flip depends on what we get

like a wall street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones, you can tip the wit
On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf bone
Look, ain't no tellin' how gats I've thrown

Come on, yo for all my gettin wild
Come on, yo yo for all the shorties on the
Come on, yo yo for all the soldiers on the
Come on, yo yo yo' time to eat

Yo the set I is the set that bang
To the muthafuckin' end, I be my thing yeah
Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G
the bloods and the crips, now bitches is carjackin'

Like my nigga and 'em say, "Fuck that shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that
Or yo' step baby, watch where you walk
I put a up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk

For son, now we got mad cops on the block
'Cuz we hold it down for Doc and I keep my cocked
Lidu Rock, what the fuck, I know y'all mad at me
So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me,

You a many style copycat, Mile, stockin' cap
Fake nigga from the projects who got a gat
reign supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit beans

these, niggas ain't ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, balls I just them
Off in the sauce and of course I'm glad them
Monkey don't fuck wit the Ruck, 'cuz they fags, son

The one, to step to Sean P caught a bad one
Quincy toes tagged em somebody stabbed 'em
Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they great
Still bummin' for stoges and a Drakes cake

Get it straight, niggas fuckin' wit some heavyweights
Campion champions on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, vernacular
Smackin' ya upside the back of ya head wit a

Snatchin' ya, off the street police
Next week, they your body washin' up on the beach
Don't speak if you ain't at norm, got nuttin' to say fool
Tally on, be gone, as we rally

See me in Brooklyn where be armed
Territorial leave you in memorial suites
Callin' your troops, I shoot stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate 'cuz we stay in your

our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like
My mind spray a murderer's nine spray
The crime way, get mine three-hundred day

DJ Clue, the
Part One, you how we do it
Word up, rest in peace my nigga Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. up and we out, till next time
For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657, then