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 picture in 3D
If need be, I'm leavin' the party Cindy
It's gotta be, bo-legged, hair, Fendi

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

Get ya on and get low, and I never
Make ya throw your up when I bring in the zone
So, if it's on, 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 way guaranteed 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, 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, puffin' on a pound
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 "Rapper" Johnny can stand the rain 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
Swore up and down you never did before
Whatever, just go

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

nigga for 5 G's and Al D
Tryna catch my now when my is low
95 digits when the Lunatics blow
Another 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
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 puffin' on a
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, 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 busy creepin',
Wit' yo rat, now that, when she wit you
She now speakin' you weak in

Lettin' me know that she been thinkin'
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 payin' 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 ready 4 whatever and I ain't even her dinner

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

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

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