Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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

it was that said carrots was good for ya sight
Must've never across a rock this bright
I been hot since Mike first put on a glove
Slip backwards on a to give a nigga love
Yea im popular, but get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the like Buck up, wassup
these wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix cuz theres some wankstas
My street team Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and rags on they face
Im a problem, can you find a way to save me
I cant die shit i aint have my baby
Fuck its all if I got im cool
Death for everybody, no acception to the rule
Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin 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 and dont smoke
Out in L.A., i know a and Loc's
My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long poke her in her throat
As soon as she open the coat, her over and STOKE

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

In the town im from, the Tattle dont rock like Pro Keds
The lil niggas ride they mo-ped's the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant even over
Without poppin the ball, im not gonna
One from now im in the pop?
Bulletproof glass blockin ya ball, in the door
Im on tour, the raw, knockin ya hoe
You back suckin ya teeth moppin the floor
Im gettin top dollar
Been in the a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i dont give a about em
shit, R. Kelly with kids and niggas still bought his album
I learned patience cuz it takes
Now my delivery is sicker McGrady on the baseline
None of the jus wait around
Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a record down
Im a monster, i tear da track up
My powers of bars if i hand another throw up
Im flyin back to jus to do a feature
And throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, cant even reach us
Im on the coast gettin my dick sucked on the bleachers
Somebody hurlin up, everytime i stunt
And every other verse you hear is the of the month, YEA

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