Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, on, MFC, come on, BCC
Come on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock,
Everybody say Rock, not Lou from to PJ's
So watch ya hootchie, groupies get beat up

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

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

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

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

Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit
Now this is what I act like when I smoke on
high wit the lazy eye, bomb wit facts
From the street Bible or the Quran

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

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

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

I keep the livin' quarter held down wit two
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all
So I'm takin' a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on 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 many gats thrown

on, yo for all my dogs gettin wild
Come on, yo yo for all the shorties on the
on, yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets
Come on, yo yo it's yo' to eat

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

Like my Craig and 'em say, "Fuck that shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you better that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you
I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass talk

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

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

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

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

Get it straight, y'all fuckin' wit some heavyweights
Boot Campion on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, spectacular
Smackin' ya upside the of ya head wit a spatula

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

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

Sayin' our grace we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas like fillet
My spray like a murderer's nine spray
The crime way, get mine sixty-five day

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