Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come - Nelly

* originally on "Funkmaster Flex IV" as "Come Over"

Yo, baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they me already
And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for y'know?
Nah no though aight?

(here.. we.. come..) we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) girl, uhh uhh

You I, spend hot shit when need be
nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
That ain't - how bout her twin sister Mindy
I spit game like that, I get brains like
Butter-soft seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a
I can get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up I break in the zone
So if it's on it's on, shit I'm you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own
She my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what I be bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm on call
And I got a stick for ya not to stall
So

(here.. we.. come..) we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, we be
Vokal'd from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, it up
Mami frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
Full countdown, from the sky to the
Sippin Alize, steady on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, it up
Mami frown, go down, heat it up

I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Bobby and Mike
Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, it rain tonight
Is this the end? Damn I, turn out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio over Bryan McKnight
Said OH NO, babydoll me as she goin down low
Peepin demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
up and down you never did this before..
Whatever go slow
by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready to fight I'm the one they women like
He think he tight, he think he got game then spike lee
Running through his like an IV, highspeed
Tightest nigga for G's of Al D.
Better catch me now my price is low
five digits when the Lunatics blow
Another for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what?

You see me and my niggaz only come out on the
Cause the too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture
she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin me know, she really been thinkin
a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all year while you in the winter
My pockets fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you callin me a
Overpaid, 29, callin me a tenor
Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop I'm in her
SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought her
I, started the game on the with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game you waitin to enter
I gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on

[repeated the end]
we come y'all, here we come