Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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

Whoever it was that said carrots was for ya sight
Must've never came across a this bright
I been hot Mike first put on a glitter glove
Slip backwards on a stage to give a love
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya in the club like Buck up, wassup
these 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, Lord can you find a way to me
I cant die shit i 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, with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin in a spiral
Yall know the kid got the in a gyro
in other words to choke nigga im no
how the fuck you 4 million records and go broke
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 girl me to long I'll poke her in her throat
As soon as she open the coat, bend her and STOKE

G'z up, to every hood and crew
YOU, suppose to have ya gun you
and I, claim 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 they mo-ped's round the heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you even cross over
Without poppin the ball, im not fall
One year 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 the floor
Im gettin top the?
Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks"
If they aint mine then i dont give a fuck em
shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas 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, bring a record label down
Im a monster, i tear da track up
My powers of bars if i hand throw back up
Im flyin back to 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 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, suppose to have ya gun you
and I, G-Unit till die
got it down, loyalty, i fuckin with me