Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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

Whoever it was said carrots was good for ya sight
never came across a rock this bright
I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter
Slip backwards on a stage to give a nigga
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The have ya shakin in the club like Buck up, wassup
With these wannabe Bankstas, toy gangstas
We to do a remix 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 if I got im cool
Death comes for everybody, no acception to the
Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin my eyes low
Funny spinnin backwards in a spiral
Yall know the kid got the game in a
in other words to nigga im no joke
how the fuck you sell 4 records and go broke
how the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and smoke
Out in L.A., i know a and Loc's
My heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long I'll poke her in her
As soon as she the coat, bend her over and STOKE

G'z up, to hood and every crew
YOU, to have ya gun 'round you
and I, claim till die
got it down, loyalty, i fuckin 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 cant cross over
Without poppin the ball, im not fall
One from now im in the pop?
glass blockin ya ball, glock in the door
Im on tour, pocket the raw, 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 played with and niggas still bought his album
I patience cuz it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than on the baseline
None of the jus wait around
Cuz i got a roster, bring a record label down
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My powers of bars if i another throw back up
Im flyin back to jus to do a feature
And they throwin at me like a substitute teacher
Im far from the leechers, they cant even reach us
Im on the left gettin my dick sucked on the bleachers
Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i
And every verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA

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