Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

G'z up, to hood and every crew
YOU, suppose to ya gun 'round you
and I, claim till die
got it down, loyalty, i fuckin with me

Whoever it was said carrots was good for ya sight
Must've never across a rock this bright
I been hot since first put on a glitter glove
Slip backwards on a stage to give a nigga
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll ya shakin in the club like Buck up, wassup
With these Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix cuz theres some wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on they
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on face
Im a problem, Lord can you a way to save me
I cant die shit i aint even my baby
its all gravy if I got im cool
Death comes for everybody, no acception to the
Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin with my low
Funny rims backwards in a spiral
Yall know the kid got the game in a
in other to choke nigga im no joke
how the you sell 4 million records and go broke
how the fuck you take a to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., i know a couple? and
My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of on a rope
Leave ya girl me to long I'll poke her in her throat
As as she open the coat, bend her over and STOKE

G'z up, to every and every crew
YOU, suppose to have ya gun you
and I, claim till die
got it down, loyalty, i aint with me

In the town im from, the Tattle Tells dont rock Pro Keds
The lil niggas ride mo-ped's round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant cross over
Without the ball, im not gonna fall
One from now im in the pop?
Bulletproof glass blockin ya ball, in the door
Im on tour, the raw, knockin ya hoe
You home suckin ya teeth moppin the floor
Im gettin top the?
in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i give a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly with kids and niggas still bought his album
I patience cuz it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than on the baseline
None of the Tec's jus wait
Cuz i got a roster, bring a record label down
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My powers of if i hand another throw back up
Im flyin back to jus to do a feature
And they throwin at me like a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, cant even reach us
Im on the left coast gettin my sucked on the bleachers
Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i
And every other you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA

G'z up, to every hood and crew
YOU, suppose to ya gun 'round you
and I, G-Unit till die
got it down, loyalty, i fuckin with me