Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, on, BCC
Come on, yeah, Rock, Rock, Rock
Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to
So watch ya hootchie, get dudes beat up

Or heat is 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 your 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 broad on my balls
Surrounded my thugs, two or two times ten
Plus the other nine cats, my rapper card got in, your card
Yeah, my rapper card, it works in sessions

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

Too wit the dillinger, two shots, I don't miss
I'm out while 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 I act like when I smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy eye, bomb wit
the street Bible or the street Quran

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

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

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

I keep the quarter held down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the at all times
So while I'm a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip on what we get

It's like a wall street trick, money move quick
My wear stones, you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists alone for every one's bone
Look, no tellin' how many 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 thing
Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin'
First the bloods and the crips, now bitches is

Like my nigga Craig and 'em say, "Fuck shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you better that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, where you walk
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 it down for Doc and I keep my heat cocked
Lidu Rock, what the fuck, I y'all 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 projects who got a gat
Ruck supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit navy

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

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

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

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

See me in where crooks be armed
Territorial disputes leave you in memorial
Callin' your troops, I shoot stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate 'cuz we stay in your

our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish fillet
My mind 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 my nigga Donnie Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up and we out, next time
For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657, aight