Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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

Whoever it was that said carrots was good for ya
Must've never came across a rock this
I been hot since first put on a glitter glove
Slip backwards on a to give a nigga love
Yea im popular, but dont get it up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like Buck up,
With these wannabe Bankstas, toy gangstas
We need to do a cuz theres some more wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on they
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on face
Im a problem, Lord can you a way to save me
I cant die shit i aint even have my
its all gravy if I got im cool
Death comes for everybody, no acception to the
Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin my eyes low
Funny rims backwards in a spiral
Yall the kid got the game in a gyro
in other words to choke im no joke
how the fuck you sell 4 million and go broke
how the you take a trip to jamaica and dont smoke
Out in L.A., i know a couple? and
My chain heavy, 'bout the of soap on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long poke her in her throat
As as she open the coat, bend her over and STOKE

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 aint with me

In the im from, the Tattle Tells dont rock like Pro Keds
The lil ride they mo-ped's round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you cant cross over
poppin the ball, im not gonna fall
One year from now im in the
Bulletproof glass ya ball, glock in the door
Im on tour, pocket the raw, ya hoe
You back home ya teeth moppin the floor
Im gettin top dollar
in the game 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 with and niggas still bought his album
I patience cuz it takes time
Now my is sicker than McGrady on the baseline
None of the Tec's jus wait
Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a record down
Im a monster, i da whole track up
My powers of bars if i another throw back up
Im flyin to Miami jus to do a feature
And they throwin paper at me a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they cant even us
Im on the left coast gettin my dick on the bleachers
Somebody up, everytime that 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, G-Unit till die
got it down, loyalty, i fuckin with me