Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come - Nelly

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see me and my niggaz only out on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture
When she with you she not speakin, but she
me know, that she really been thinkin
about a (oooh) even when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all while you only in the winter
My pockets gettin fatter, pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, callin me a tenor
Nelly stop leave, don't stop when 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 still waitin to
I aint gotta the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on

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