Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I keep the livin' quarter down 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 how many gats I've thrown

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

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

Like my nigga 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 up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk

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

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

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

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

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

Snatchin' ya, off the street like
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
Tally on, be gone, as we strong

See me in where crooks be armed
Territorial leave you in memorial suites
Callin' your troops, I shoot straight in ya place
We the type you to hate '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 nine
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 nigga Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up and we out, till next
For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657, aight