Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

Or heat is leave the scene and blaze to get ya fleece
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 club on a

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

Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, spots etcetera
Buckshot, knots wit fists
Niggas high while I rock wit this
Mobb on y'all niggas the Infamous

Too close wit the dillinger, two shots, I miss
I'm out while I'm diggin' out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three
Perhaps, niggas you sent to carjack

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

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

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

Tek is the shit, nobody spittin' like this
Deep impact steez been like a out six
Wit the AMG kit, wit the chip
stockin' cap copycats, get off the dick

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

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

Come on, yo for all my gettin wild
Come on, yo yo for all the shorties on the
on, yo yo for all the soldiers 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 my thing yeah
Lidu Rock, the name in New York we G stackin'
First the bloods and the crips, now is carjackin'

Like my nigga and 'em say, "Fuck that shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you tuck that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, where you walk
I put a up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk

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

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

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

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

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

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

See me in Brooklyn crooks be armed
disputes leave you in memorial suites
Callin' your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya
We the type you to hate 'cuz we stay in your face

Sayin' our grace before we put our in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas like fillet
My mind spray like a nine spray
The crime way, get mine sixty-five day

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