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 a still picture in 3D
If need be, I'm the party with Cindy
It's gotta be, bo-legged, long hair,

Ninety nine, I move over to her sister, Medni
I spit game that to get brains like that
soft leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a back

Get ya on and get low, and I fumble
ya throw your hands up when I bring in the zone
So, if on, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home
I got my dog out, it's on chrome, long gone

She like my bizza, my dog
You Lunatics, that's what I be sayin' y'all
I'm not a MD but I'm always on
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 from the sky to tha
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be from the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a
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 Ricky "Rapper" Johnny can stand the rain tonight
Is this the end, damn right, I on a liking to
Vannessa Derrio like over Brian

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

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

Tightest for 5 G's and Al D
Tryna catch my now when my 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 countdown from the sky to tha
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
'Cuz on the weekdays to busy creepin',
yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you
She now speakin' you weak in

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

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

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

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

'Cuz we be countdown 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

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