Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come - Nelly

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

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

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

You know I, spend hot when need be
Only nigga that can a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky long hairr and Fendi
That ain't - how bout her twin sister Mindy
I spit game that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it like that
If sex was football, I'd be a
I can only get low and I fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up I break in the zone
So if it's on it's on, I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own
She my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on
And I got a for ya guaranteed not to stall
So

(here.. we.. come..) Here we now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, we be
down from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady on a pound
Hollerin now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a (all ov-er.. you..)
Hollerin whoa now! down, switch it up
don't frown, go down, heat it up

I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and
Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it tonight
Is this the end? Damn right I, out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio like over McKnight
Said OH NO, babydoll me as she goin down low
Peepin that oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
Swore up and you never did this before..
Whatever just go
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
through his veins like an IV, highspeed
Tightest for five G's of Al D.
Better catch me now my price is low
Demandin five digits when the Lunatics
Another zero for a show, 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 you only in the winter
My gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't so you callin me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, me a young tenor
Nelly stop don't leave, stop when I'm in her
SherReady for and I ain't even bought her dinner
I, started the game on the with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you play for a
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 y'all, here we come