Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

Or heat is leave the and blaze to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets 'bra, I'll yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper
Two piece man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
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 other nine cats, my card got in, your rapper card
Yeah, my card, it works in live sessions

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

Too close wit the dillinger, two shots, I don't
I'm wiggin' out while I'm diggin' out
Run the gun claps, run three laps
Perhaps, niggas you sent to carjack

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

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

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

Tek is the shit, nobody spittin' like this
impact steez been 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 at all times
So while I'm takin' a shit, I'm at and plan a hit
The amount we flip on what we get

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

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

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

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

For real son, now we got mad on the block
'Cuz we hold it for Doc and I keep my heat cocked
Lidu Rock, what the fuck, I know niggas 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 who ain't got a gat
Ruck supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit beans

Maybe these, niggas ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, balls I just them
Off lost in the sauce and of 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 tagged em after 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 of ya head wit a spatula

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

See me in Brooklyn where be armed
Territorial leave you in memorial suites
Callin' your troops, I 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 three-hundred sixty-five day

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