Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come - Nelly

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

Yo, whattup baby - fuck is the deal?
Nah I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out in a minute
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..) we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) girl, uhh uhh

You know I, spend hot when need be
Only nigga that can take a picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long and Fendi
That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister
I spit game that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came like
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, I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own
She like my bizza, my bad, dawg
You Lunatics - and that's I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on
And I got a stick for ya not to stall
So

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

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

You see me and my only come out on the weekends
Cause the weekdays too creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now that
When she you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin me know, that she been thinkin
about a nigga (oooh) even I'm not wit her
I'm all year while you only in the winter
My gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't so you callin me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, callin me a young
Nelly stop leave, don't stop when I'm in her
SherReady for whatever and I even bought her dinner
I, started the game on the bench with (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you for a minute
The seconds of the game you still waitin to enter
I aint gotta hear the boy I know who the winner, come on

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