Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

G'z up, to every and every 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
Must've never came a rock this bright
I hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove
Slip backwards on a stage to give a nigga
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club Buck up, wassup
With wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix cuz theres some wankstas
My street team Mag's on they waist
under the shirt, and black rags on they face
Im a problem, Lord can you a way to save 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, with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin in a spiral
Yall the kid got the game in a gyro
in other to choke nigga im no joke
how the fuck you sell 4 million and go broke
how the fuck you take a to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., i know a and Loc's
My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a
Leave ya girl around me to I'll poke her in her throat
As soon as she open the coat, her over and STOKE

G'z up, to hood and every crew
YOU, suppose to have ya gun you
and I, claim 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 cant even cross
Without poppin the ball, im not fall
One year from now im in the
Bulletproof glass ya ball, glock in the door
Im on tour, the raw, knockin ya hoe
You back home ya teeth moppin the floor
Im gettin top the?
Been in the game a and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i dont give a fuck em
shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas bought his album
I learned cuz it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker McGrady on the baseline
of the Tec's jus wait around
Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a label down
Im a monster, i tear da whole up
My powers of bars if i hand another back up
Im back to Miami jus to do a feature
And they throwin paper at me like a substitute
Im far away from the leechers, they even reach us
Im on the coast gettin my dick sucked 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 every
YOU, to have ya gun 'round you
and I, claim till die
got it down, loyalty, i aint with me