Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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

Whoever it was that said carrots was for ya sight
Must've never across a rock this bright
I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter
Slip backwards on a stage to give a love
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club Buck up, wassup
With these Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix cuz theres some more
My team strap Mag's on they waist
under the shirt, and black rags on they face
Im a problem, can you find a way to save me
I die shit i aint even have my baby
Fuck its all if I got im cool
Death comes for everybody, no to the rule
Im a soldier, ridin with my eyes low
Funny rims backwards in a spiral
know the kid got the game in a gyro
in other to choke nigga im no joke
how the fuck you sell 4 records and go broke
how the you take a trip to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., i a couple? and Loc's
My heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya 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 and every crew
YOU, suppose to ya gun 'round you
and I, G-Unit till die
got it down, loyalty, i fuckin with me

In the town im from, the Tattle Tells rock like Pro Keds
The lil niggas ride they mo-ped's round the heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant cross over
Without poppin the ball, im not fall
One year from now im in the
glass blockin ya ball, glock in the door
Im on tour, the raw, knockin ya hoe
You back home suckin ya teeth moppin the
Im top dollar the?
in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i dont give a about em
shit, R. Kelly with kids and niggas still bought his album
I learned cuz it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the
of the Tec's jus wait around
Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a record label
Im a monster, i da whole track up
My powers of bars if i hand another back up
Im flyin to Miami jus to do a feature
And they paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they even reach us
Im on the left coast gettin my dick on the bleachers
hurlin up, everytime that i stunt
And every other verse you is the rhyme of the month, YEA

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