Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

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

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

nine, I move over to her twin sister, Medni
I spit like that to get brains like that
Butter soft 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, long

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

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

'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

'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

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

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

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

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

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 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
on the weekdays 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 thinkin'
a nigga, even when I'm not with her
I'm all year, while you only in the winter
My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets thinner

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

I sorted tha on a bench with splinters
Beggin' your coach, let you for a minute
The last of the game, used to weigh in to enter
I gotta herd no drugs no more, I know who tha winner

Here we
(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", down, switch 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", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up