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 suburbs to PJ's
So watch ya hootchie, groupies get beat up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin' like
impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericson wit the
Y'all 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 we flip depends on what we get

It's like a wall street trick, dirty move quick
My wear stones, you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists for every deaf one's 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 shorties on the
Come on, yo yo for all the soldiers on the
on, yo yo it's yo' time to eat

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

Like my Craig and 'em say, "Fuck that shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that
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 on the block
'Cuz we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat
Rock, what the fuck, I know y'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for yours go 'head take a at me, muthafucker

You a many style copycat, 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, niggas ain't for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, I just dragged them
Off lost in the sauce and of I'm glad them
Monkey niggas don't fuck wit the Ruck, 'cuz fags, son

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

Get it straight, niggas fuckin' wit some heavyweights
Boot Campion on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, vernacular
Smackin' ya upside the back of ya wit a spatula

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

See me in Brooklyn where crooks be
Territorial disputes you in memorial suites
Callin' troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place
We the type you love to 'cuz we stay in your face

our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like
My mind spray like a murderer's spray
The way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day

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