Luyện nghe bài hát Coming for You

New Sigel, Freeway
Don't get
Fat shout, Beat

1, 2, comin' for you
3, 4, I'm to kick in your door
5, 6, man, I want those
7, 8, you gon' up dat weight
9, 10, put the glock to ya chin
11, 12, man, I'll see you in

I tools like hammers and wrenchs
Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it, or plastic?
your fam, bastard, close your casket
Then I 'em a can of hold your ashes

Visions of the killer for we a passin'
True killer, true thug, never show no
Hit rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin'
Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga who you passin'

Fresh year from rammin' off the fours and perks
the semi handy, jammin' you for war or work
Niggas the border, goin' berserk
On the roof bangin' dat S.W.A.T., lettin' off and spurts

Dey to trap me in the back of the yard
Man, I'm lettin' cat fall, hittin' from the cap to the Sarge
Can't see me in the yard, two wacks back to the wall
Use the two gat stash in the wall

Mac liftin' up racks in the yard
I had a block, shiftin' up, knocking off by the yard
The dope from dem dudes, confused, shit
They ain't know if they want a or the saw

Switch they life, straight from the to the straw
Pokin' vein, what you want, the dope or the cane?
I open the game to the D, X to the Z
Hot shit from B Sig

1, 2, comin' for yo' ass
3, 4, you better yo' stash
5, 6, have you from dem clips
7, 8, fuck it, I can't

Y'all niggas crazy Free won't draw the lev'
Prefer the nine but I got the four four
I dimes, who your dime? Get your whore in bed
Tell that triflin' bitch I more than head

Free might spark at ya clip, take more bread
Guns and bricks while young hug the block
Dey the strip, help 'em get chains and watches
Guns and kicks, freeway, my name is priceless, is sick

And remember, if you lie on
Lie in the lake, while your bitch lie on
She ride on the and my whip over her key
We ride in the jakes, empty clips, hop on

Out of the state, broody shit, you and yo' man, right ya case
Hold dis clip, blow your brain outta ya face
Lawyer slick, preliminary, the case
Flow legendary, hotter than

You be Free? Never, where we outta the
Roc-A-Fella pop Cris 'til we the case
Form the hood nigga Nikes, and 'Lo Sport
Hood just like me, get bell and [Incomprehensible]

Hood chickens bite me well and blow squad
I was 16, thousand wit no job
And I skipped school, gripped bitches wit no
Been a smoked leave bitch wit no thighs

No tits, rob wit no clips
No guns, left wit no chips
And the flow runs like the Mississippi
And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I
Silence all guns hit 'em dey hit ya
If we for you than, nigga, we gonna get ya

1, 2, comin' for you
3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your
5, 6, man, I want bricks
7, 8, you gon' up dat weight
9, 10, put the glock to ya chin
11, 12, man, see you in hell

1, 2, Freeway's for yo' ass
3, 4, you watch yo' stash
5, 6, have you duckin' from dem
7, 8, it, I can't wait

DJ Clue,
The Professional Part 2 niggas, up
You know how we do