Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come - Nelly

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

Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo'
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 goin on with you though? I hope you ain't frontin
Cause too late at night for that y'know?
Nah no doubt though

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

You know I, hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky bowlegged long and Fendi
ain't nuttin - 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 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, dawg
You - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all
Hell, not an M.D. but I'm on call
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 down from the sky to the
Alize, steady puffin on a pound
Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, 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 now! Slow 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 Ricky or Johnny, instead it rain tonight
Is this the Damn right I, turn out like Ike
Until Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight
OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin that oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did before..
just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and
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
through his veins like an IV, highspeed
Tightest nigga for G's of Al D.
Better catch me now while my is low
Demandin five digits 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 too busy creepin
Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture
she with you she not speakin, but she weaken
Lettin me know, that she really thinkin
a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all 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 tenor
Nelly stop leave, don't stop when I'm in her
SherReady for and I ain't even bought her dinner
I, the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you for a minute
The last seconds of the game you still waitin to
I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I who the winner, come on

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