Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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

Whoever it was said carrots was good for ya sight
never came across a rock this bright
I been hot since first put on a glitter glove
Slip on a stage to give a nigga love
Yea im popular, but dont get it up
The have ya shakin in the club like Buck up, wassup
With wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix cuz theres more wankstas
My street strap Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they
Im a problem, can you find a way to save me
I cant die shit i aint even my baby
its all gravy if I got im cool
Death comes for everybody, no to the rule
Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin with my low
Funny rims spinnin backwards in a
Yall know the kid got the game in a
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 a couple? and Loc's
My chain heavy, the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long I'll her in her throat
As as she open the coat, bend 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 ride they mo-ped's round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant cross over
Without the ball, im not gonna fall
One year from now im in the
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 dollar
Been in the a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint then i dont give a fuck about em
shit, R. Kelly played kids and niggas still bought his album
I patience 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 track up
My powers of bars if i another throw back up
Im flyin back to Miami jus to do a
And they paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far from the leechers, they cant even reach us
Im on the left coast my dick sucked on the bleachers
Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i
And every other verse you hear is the of the month, YEA

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 fuckin me