Luyện nghe bài hát Come On In

Good
Haha, your mother f**kin arses up
Yo is the what?
Well come on then, you what time it is
Stop sleepin on my bitch

For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse
I just can't get past little pissants
That wanna be bad asses so bad
And they so mad they stand it
we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And can't handle it like a man
And when it just happens
And I and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't
rap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore you got to go and resort back
into that
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my
Is to smash rappin without havin a slappin
me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but
I'm now
But it all depends on just how far it get's on the mic
Cause I'm you right now your not gonna like it
if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You a stick at a big boy you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy
you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do
fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm
Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl
(argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & are you with
me?

[Chorus:
on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother f**kers on an
Cause we get it on an till the of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother quit yawnin
Cause we leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you sing along an
Fake you know em mother f**kers an join in
Everybody on an

?? the pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat hard to keep me without one
F**k slugs I'm walkin gloves with a
Constantly popin they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a to whoever ain't concious
In a full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you breathin
You die quicker mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about you readin
When you meet me better speak a season's greetins
Either that or be beefin free when
You need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique
Keep the heater where you can reach
I snipe you with it and we even keep it a secret
****** I did it a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that for satan
You

Eminem]
Come on an come on an
your shoes off mother f**kers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of an
Wake your arse up mother f**kers quit
Cause we ain't leavin 6 in tha mornin
So up an along with the words to the song an
If you know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake you know em mother f**kers an join in
come on an

Yo yo I you niggas don't like us
But so this beef is like
tha f**k did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see he's just a punk
I mean niggas squeeze on me
I'm seeing guts
I don't no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them ?? I emtpy out them ?? to you
In front of every reporter that I like
No for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions to say "f**k you bitch, and I don't like you,
WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy
And just an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self
I've never it this much
on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last of his life

Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin tha hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick sparkin a fith
Your is split even the beef is partially thick
We take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin
But every time we hear you it
The only thing you is wolf tickets
I wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So they bust you better bust back
And get guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they it (yeah)
I bring a niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you

[Chorus:
Come on an come on an
Kick shoes off mother f**kers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of an
Wake your arse up f**kers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't along an
Fake like you know em mother an join in
come on an