Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, on, MFC, come on, BCC
Come on, yeah, Rock, Rock, Rock
Everybody say Rock, not Lou suburbs to PJ's
So ya hootchie, groupies 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' teeth up and take yo'
Two piece man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, 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 card, it works in live sessions

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

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

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

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

Tek is the shit, ain't spittin' like this
Deep steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, wit the chip
Y'all stockin' cap copycats, get off the

I keep the livin' held down wit two nines
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 depends on what we get

It's a wall street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans stones, you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists alone for deaf one's bone
Look, no tellin' how many gats I've thrown

Come on, yo for all my 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 is the set that bang
To the muthafuckin' end, I be doin my yeah
Lidu Rock, know the in New York we G stackin'
First the and the crips, now bitches is carjackin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See me in Brooklyn where crooks be
Territorial disputes 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

our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas like fillet
My mind spray like a murderer's 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 nigga Brasco
My B.I.G. word up and we out, till next time
For all parties Big 800-570-3657, aight then