Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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 fuckin with me

Whoever it was that said carrots was good for ya
Must've 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 have ya shakin in the club like Buck up, wassup
With wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a cuz theres some more wankstas
My street team strap on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black on they face
Im a problem, can you find a way to save me
I cant die shit i aint even my baby
Fuck its all gravy if I got im
Death for everybody, no acception to the rule
Im a G-Unit soldier, with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin backwards in a
Yall the kid got the game in a gyro
in other words to nigga im no joke
how the you sell 4 million records and go broke
how the you take a trip to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., i know a couple? and
My heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to 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, to have ya gun 'round you
and I, G-Unit till die
got it down, loyalty, i aint with me

In the town im from, the Tattle Tells dont like Pro Keds
The lil niggas ride mo-ped's round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you even cross over
poppin the ball, im not gonna fall
One year from now im in the
Bulletproof glass blockin ya ball, in the door
Im on tour, pocket the raw, ya hoe
You back home suckin ya teeth moppin the
Im gettin top the?
in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i dont give a fuck em
shit, R. Kelly played with and niggas still bought his album
I learned patience cuz it takes
Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the
None of the jus wait around
Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a label down
Im a monster, i tear da track up
My powers of bars if i hand another throw 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, they cant reach us
Im on the left coast gettin my dick on the bleachers
Somebody up, everytime that i stunt
And other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA

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