Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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

Whoever it was that said carrots was good for ya
never came across a rock this bright
I been hot since Mike put on a glitter glove
Slip on a stage to give a nigga love
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll ya shakin in the club like Buck up, wassup
With these wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy
We to do a remix cuz theres some more wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they
Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to me
I cant die shit i aint have my baby
its all gravy if I got im cool
Death for everybody, no acception to the rule
Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin my eyes 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 fuck you sell 4 million records and go
how the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and dont
Out in L.A., i know a couple? and
My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a
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 hood and every
YOU, to have ya gun 'round you
and I, G-Unit till die
got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin me

In the town im from, the Tattle Tells dont like Pro Keds
The lil niggas they mo-ped's round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you even cross over
Without poppin the ball, im not fall
One from now im in the pop?
Bulletproof blockin ya ball, glock in the door
Im on tour, pocket the raw, ya hoe
You home suckin ya teeth moppin the floor
Im top dollar the?
Been in the a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i dont give a about em
shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still his album
I learned patience cuz it takes
Now my delivery is than McGrady on the baseline
None of the Tec's jus wait
Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a record label
Im a monster, i da whole track up
My powers of if i hand another throw back up
Im back to Miami jus to do a feature
And they paper 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
hurlin up, everytime that i stunt
And every verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA

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 fuckin me