Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

[Chorus 1 x2:
You tryin to up, I am the come up
I be right here when the sun up
You gettin up if you niggaz try and run up
You livin good, go on 'head, throw one up
2: Drake]
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 me now?
I'm bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
Game:]
My nigga Funeral Fad me back in oh-three
Rap ain't nuttin but cash bitches, foreign cars and trees
by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggaz I'd never the block; but
Shit changes - I done been six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, I got them Mike Vick fingers
Throwin bullets on par the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like ain't jackin me
Before you do, you be in a box
While Ja (da) "Kiss Ass Goodbye" {MUAH} L.O.X.
First shot leave niggaz in shock
second shot, that's when that body drop (you heard me?)
And niggaz still 'bout "Detox"
tell you if you tell me who killed 'Pac; aight then~!
I'm at Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he's and movin the knife, Floyd might win
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Yeah, uhh
Testarossas, keep an toaster
It's Hub City finest, respect the mostest
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tyga do
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through
I'm in Toronto, got a condo
Sittin courtsides with Drake, and Rondo
Bitches know my name, Lifestyle, she fuck with that
too big like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Poppin champagne, we do the damn
Standin on the couch, it's money Game, that's the
Big in my pocket, on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan Airport, yeah, I'm on my
Louis Vuitton luggage peanut butter with the red
Started when the "RED" album dropped, I'm head still
In the club, lookin past you
These bitches gas them niggaz, Drizzy ask them
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