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 suburbs to PJ's
So watch ya hootchie, groupies get beat up

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

Spliff in my hand, big booty winin' on my balls
my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
Plus the nine cats, my rapper card got in, your rapper card
Yeah, my rapper card, it works in live

Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed etcetera
Buckshot, rock knots wit
Niggas stay high I rock wit this
Mobb on niggas like the Infamous

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

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

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

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

I keep the livin' quarter held 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 amount we 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 alone for every deaf one's bone
Look, ain't no tellin' how gats I've thrown

on, yo for all my dogs gettin wild
Come on, yo yo for all the on the prowl
on, yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets
Come on, yo yo yo' time to eat

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

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

For real son, now we got mad on the block
'Cuz we it down 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 style copycat, Bendy Mile, stockin' cap
Fake nigga from the who ain't got a gat
reign supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass navy 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 niggas don't fuck wit the Ruck, they fags, son

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

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

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

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

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

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