Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come - Nelly

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

Yo, whattup girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo'
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 goin on with you though? Cause I you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for that
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
Only that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky long hairr and Fendi
That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister
I spit game like that, I get like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it 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 on, shit I'm takin 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 always on
And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to
So

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

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

You see me and my niggaz come out on the weekends
the weekdays too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture
she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin me know, that she really been
about a nigga (oooh) when 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 baptized so you callin me a
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 on the bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you play for a
The seconds of the game you still waitin to enter
I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, on

[repeated until the
Here we come y'all, we come