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 shit me
Only nigga can a still picture in 3D
If need be, I'm the party with Cindy
It's be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi

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 running

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

She my bizza, my batlin' dog
You Lunatics, what I be sayin' '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 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

'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 even Ricky "Rapper" Johnny can stand the rain
Is this the end, damn right, I on a liking to
Derrio like over Brian McKnight

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

nigga for 5 G's and Al D
Tryna catch my now my price is low
Then 95 when 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 from 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

'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

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

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

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

I sorted tha on a bench with splinters
Beggin' your coach, let you for a minute
The seconds of the game, used to weigh in to enter
I ain't gotta herd no 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", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'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