Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

You know, I just couldn't shit beneath me
Only nigga can take a still in 3D
If need be, I'm the party with Cindy
It's be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi

Ninety nine, I move to her twin sister, Medni
I spit like that to get brains like that
Butter leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a running

Get ya on and get low, and I never
Make ya throw your hands up when I in the zone
So, if it's on, on, shit, I'm takin' you home
I got my home dog out, it's on chrome, gone

She my bizza, my batlin' dog
You Lunatics, that's what I be 'bout y'all
I'm not a MD but I'm on call
And I got a way guaranteed not to stall

we come
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be from the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, puffin' on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

we be countdown from the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

I'm the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and Mike
Not even Ricky "Rapper" Johnny can stand the tonight
Is this the end, damn right, I turned on a to
Vannessa Derrio over Brian McKnight

Said, "Oh no", baby kissin' me and she goin' down low
People at D.E.M.O., hot, that you a pro
up and down you never did this before
Whatever, just go

Hated by all types, fathers and dykes
Uptight and ready to fight 'cuz I'm the one they like
He think he tight, think he got more game Spike Lee
Runnin' thru his vains like an IV, high

nigga for 5 G's and Al D
Tryna catch my now when my is low
Then 95 digits the Lunatics blow
zero for a show, to let you niggas know, now what

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, puffin' on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

we be countdown from the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

You see me and my niggas only out on the weekends
'Cuz on the weekdays to creepin', freakin'
yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you
She now speakin' you weak in

Lettin' me that she really been thinkin'
a nigga, even when I'm not with her
I'm frosty all year, you only in the winter
My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets thinner

I ain't payin' so you callin' me a sinner
Old Payne, 29, callin' me a tender
Nelly on me, don't stop when I'm wit her
She ready 4 whatever and I ain't even bought her

I sorted tha game on a bench splinters
your coach, let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game, used to weigh in to
I ain't herd no drugs no more, I know who tha winner

we come
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up