Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Baby

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up, the pump will make you 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 make ya jump
(Come on baby, come on baby, on baby)
Don't the boy, yup

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

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

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

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

Nigga my hand is priceless
I hide a rare jewels in a verse
For my niggas who like to listen like
Gotta let it do what it do, baby, on

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

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

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

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

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

You lying, all the gun play
Knowing behind 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, the gat, trimming a boxing match

And I still walk this fucker with 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 make you jump up
Put ya body in the
(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 ya jump up
Put ya body in the
(Come on baby, on baby, come on baby)
I'll ya ass from New York and all the way to Cali
And the make ya jump
One, two, three, we