Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

Or heat is leave the scene and blaze to get ya fleece
See me on the streets 'bra, I'll yo' teeth 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tek is the shit, nobody spittin' 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 livin' quarter held wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the at all times
So I'm takin' a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on we get

like a wall street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones, you can tip the 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 dogs wild
Come on, yo yo for all the on the prowl
Come on, yo yo for all the on the streets
on, yo yo it's yo' time to eat

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

Like my nigga Craig and 'em say, "Fuck shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you tuck that shit
Or watch yo' baby, watch 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
'Cuz we hold it down for Doc and I my heat cocked
Rock, what the fuck, I know y'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for yours go take a stab at me, muthafucker

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

Maybe these, ain't ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, balls I just 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 great
Still bummin' money for stoges and a cake

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

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

See me in Brooklyn 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 we stay in your face

Sayin' our grace before we put our 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
Part One, you how we do it
Word up, in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up and we out, till time
For all Big Skane 800-570-3657, aight then