Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Baby

Hey, up
Hey, up
Hey, up
Hey, up
One, two, three, we go

check one, two what is this?
The coming to give niggas the business
It's so beyond rap, cocksucker, we live
So um, come on baby, come on, come on and

The ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jets, been in the end of
I been in the Benz, in the Lex, been in the MSX

Yes, I run ringers around the type
Come here and I'll show you that I on just more than a mic
I make it hard for niggas to breathe,
These wicked emcees hammers like the pampers
to squeeze, hit the DT

I Mike ya eye, I put a permanent ring around it
Then go run in the booth and about it
Look, if I don't the nigga that play with my wealth
I'm like me on Entourage, god, I'm playing myself, go

Hold up, the pump make you jump up
Put ya in the trunk
(Don't you baby, you baby, don't you baby)
Keep now

New York, and all the way to
And the South'll make ya
(Come on baby, come on baby, on baby)
Don't the boy, yup

Hold up, the pump will make ya up
Put ya in the trunk
(Come on baby, on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya ass from New and all the way to Cali
And the South'll ya jump
One, two, three, we

You ain't crazy, don't you me, don't you know it's Jay-Z
When Internet ask you the best, why won't you say me?
Don't you hate me, c'mon baby, was it all
I took my lumps coming up like a boxer baby

My first style may be if I stutter,
But then I slowed it down, it from the gutter, baby
Matter fact, I don't give a fuck what you me
Record labels told me no, guess what the fuck make me

Super rich, bitches know I'm super vicious
Like standing over a wounded man two biscuits
Let's get it clear like eucalyptus if you
My is like the Cuban missile crisis

Nigga my hand missiles is
I hide a rare jewels in a verse
For my who like to listen like this
Gotta let it do it do, baby, come on

Hold up, the pump make you jump up
Put ya in the trunk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, you baby)
going now

New York, and all the way to
And the South'll make ya
(Come on baby, on baby, come on baby)
Don't the boy, yup

Hold up, the will make ya jump up
Put ya in the trunk
(Come on baby, come on baby, on baby)
whip ya ass from New York and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya
One, two, three, we

finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Humdinger, gunslinger, what I am
Trying to get some cash in my hand as as I can
So you come on baby, come on, come on and fuck with ya man

I got rap shit down to a science
Lot of niggas' is aight, but they ain't fucking with Ryan
First there was some defiance, until I formed an
With Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm as hot as a iron

You lying, all the gun play
Knowing closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
I been in the kill, been in the cap, in the box and back
I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing

And I still walk around this fucker not a scratch
And that's way more I can say for a lot of cats
My Saigon, nigga
Break muthafucka 'fore I break ya fucking head lil sucka

Hold up, the pump will you jump up
Put ya in the trunk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, you baby)
Keep now

New York, and all the way to
And the South'll make ya
(Come on baby, on baby, come on baby)
touch the boy, yup

Hold up, the will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the
(Come on baby, come on baby, on baby)
I'll whip ya ass from New and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya
One, two, three, we