Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

G'z up, to every hood and every
YOU, to have ya gun 'round you
and I, claim G-Unit die
got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin me

Whoever it was that said was good for ya sight
never came across a rock this bright
I hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove
backwards on a stage to give a nigga love
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the like Buck up, wassup
these wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a cuz theres some more wankstas
My street strap Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on face
Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to me
I die shit i aint even have my baby
Fuck its all gravy if I got im
Death for everybody, no acception to the rule
Im a soldier, ridin with my eyes low
Funny rims backwards in a spiral
Yall know the kid got the game in a
in words to choke nigga im no joke
how the fuck you sell 4 million records and go
how the fuck you take a trip to and dont smoke
Out in L.A., i a couple? and Loc's
My heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope
ya girl around me to long I'll poke her in her throat
As soon as she the coat, bend her over and STOKE

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

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

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