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 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 break yo' up and take yo' beeper
Two piece man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a on a wall

Spliff in my hand, big booty broad 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

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

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

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

Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit 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 your
My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya
my crew from New Jerus stay vickin' ya whips

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

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 flip depends on we get

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

Come on, yo for all my gettin wild
on, yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl
Come on, yo yo for all the soldiers on the
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 name in New we G stackin'
the bloods and the crips, now bitches is carjackin'

Like my nigga and 'em say, "Fuck that shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you tuck that shit
Or watch yo' baby, watch where you walk
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 hold it down for Doc and I keep my cocked
Lidu Rock, what the fuck, I y'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker

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 navy beans

Maybe these, niggas ain't 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 somebody stabbed 'em
Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight
bummin' money for stoges and a Drakes cake

Get it straight, y'all niggas wit some heavyweights
Boot Campion champions on point paper mates
Demonstrate, vernacular
ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula

Snatchin' ya, off the street like
Next week, they find your washin' 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 where crooks be armed
Territorial disputes 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

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

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