Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, on, MFC, come on, BCC
Come on, yeah, Rock, Rock, Rock
say Rock, not Lou from suburbs 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 streets 'bra, I'll break yo' teeth up and take yo'
Two your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
see ya, catch me in a club on a wall

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

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

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 laps
Perhaps, them you sent to carjack

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

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

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

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

I keep the livin' held 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 amount we depends on what we get

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

Come on, yo for all my gettin wild
on, yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl
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
Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin'
First the bloods and the crips, now bitches is

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

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

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

Maybe these, niggas ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, I just dragged 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 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 and a Drakes cake

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

Snatchin' ya, off the like police
week, they find your 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 Brooklyn where crooks be
disputes leave you in memorial suites
Callin' your troops, I shoot stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate 'cuz we stay in face

Sayin' our before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, fish like fillet
My mind spray a murderer's nine spray
The crime way, get mine three-hundred day

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