Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

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

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

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

Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots
Buckshot, knots wit fists
stay high while I rock wit this
Mobb on niggas like the Infamous

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

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

Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit 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 strip-ons
wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on
My grimy Brooklyn stay flippin ya chick
While my crew from New Jerus vickin' ya whips

Tek is the shit, ain't nobody spittin' this
Deep impact been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, wit the chip
Y'all stockin' cap copycats, get off the

I the livin' quarter 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 we flip depends on what we get

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

on, yo for all my dogs gettin wild
Come on, yo yo for all the on the prowl
Come on, yo yo for all the on the streets
Come on, yo yo it's yo' to eat

Yo the set I claim is the set bang
To the muthafuckin' end, I be doin my yeah
Lidu Rock, know the name in New we G stackin'
First the and the crips, now bitches is carjackin'

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

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

You a style copycat, Bendy Mile, stockin' cap
nigga from the projects who ain't got a gat
Ruck reign supreme, aim the
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 I'm glad them
Monkey niggas fuck wit the Ruck, 'cuz they fags, son

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

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

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

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

Sayin' our grace before we put our hands in our
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like
My spray 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
up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up and we out, till next
For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657, aight