Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

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

You know, I just hide shit beneath me
nigga can take a still picture in 3D
If need be, I'm the party with Cindy
It's gotta be, bo-legged, hair, Fendi

Ninety nine, I move over to her 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 fumble
Make ya throw your hands up when I in the zone
So, if it's on, it's on, shit, I'm 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 safe way guaranteed not to

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

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

'Cuz we be countdown the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, puffin' on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, 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 the rain tonight
Is this the end, damn right, I on a liking to
Vannessa Derrio like over Brian

Said, "Oh no", baby doll kissin' me and she goin' low
at D.E.M.O., hot, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you did this before
Whatever, just go

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

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

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

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

'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

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

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

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

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

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

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