Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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You tryin to come up, I am the up
I be standin right here the sun up
You gettin done up if you try and run up
You good, go on 'head, throw your one up
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And scream out bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
I'm bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya me now?
It go bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
I'm bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
Game:]
My nigga Funeral Fad told me in oh-three
Rap ain't nuttin but cash money bitches, foreign and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the
And I know I promised my niggaz I'd leave the block; but
Shit - I done been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, I got them Mike Vick fingers
bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your faculty, like ain't nobody jackin me
you do, you be layin in a box
While Ja (da) "Kiss Ass Goodbye" {MUAH} L.O.X.
First shot them niggaz in shock
second shot, that's when that body drop (you heard me?)
And still askin 'bout "Detox"
I'll you if you tell me who killed 'Pac; aight then~!
I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, Tyson
The way he's stickin and movin the knife, Floyd win
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Yeah, uhh
Testarossas, keep an toaster
It's Hub finest, they respect the mostest
My Game do that, my nigga Tyga do that
about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, DeMar got a
Sittin courtsides Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck that
too big like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Poppin champagne, we do the thing
on the couch, it's money Game, that's the campaign
Big in my pocket, Obama on my
At the Ronald Airport, yeah, I'm on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage butter with the red wheels
Started when the "RED" album dropped, I'm gettin head
In the club, past you niggaz
These gas them niggaz, Drizzy ask them niggaz
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