Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, on, BCC
on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock
Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to
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 break yo' teeth up and take yo'
Two piece man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a club on a

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

Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, spots etcetera
Buckshot, knots wit fists
Niggas stay high while I rock wit
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, them niggas you to carjack

got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now is what I act like when I smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy eye, bomb wit
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

It's the wave king, rock the two tone Wallees
Don't wanna end up miss-on, play 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 spittin' like this
Deep impact steez 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 down wit two
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all
So while I'm takin' a shit, I'm at and plan a hit
The amount we depends on what we get

like a wall street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans stones, you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists for every deaf one's bone
Look, ain't no tellin' how many 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 on the streets
on, yo yo it's yo' time to eat

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

Like my Craig and 'em say, "Fuck that shit"
shines 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 that ass talk

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

You a style copycat, Bendy Mile, stockin' cap
Fake from the projects who ain't got a gat
Ruck supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit navy

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

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

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

ya, off the street like police
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 where be armed
Territorial disputes leave you in suites
Callin' your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya
We the type you love to 'cuz we stay in your face

Sayin' our grace before we put our hands in our
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
Part One, you how we do it
Word up, rest in peace my nigga Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up and we out, next time
For all Big Skane 800-570-3657, aight then