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 Kejuan 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 it's too late at night for that
Nah no doubt 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 take a still in 3-D (What?)
If be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
bowlegged long hairr and Fendi
That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister
I spit like that, I get brains like that
Butter-soft seats, it came 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 it's on, shit I'm takin you
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own
She like my bizza, my bad, dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin 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..) 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 now! Slow down, switch 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 whoa now! Slow down, it up
Mami don't frown, go down, 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 Vanessa Del Rio like Bryan McKnight
OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did before..
Whatever just go
Hated by all types, baby and dykes
The type they ready to cause I'm the one they women like
He think he tight, he think he got game then spike lee
Running his veins like an IV, highspeed
Tightest nigga for G's of Al D.
Better catch me now my price is low
Demandin five digits when the blow
Another for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what?

You see me and my niggaz only out on the weekends
the weekdays too busy 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 nigga (oooh) even I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all year while you only in the
My pockets gettin fatter, your gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, me a young tenor
stop don't 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 splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you for a minute
The last seconds of the game you still to enter
I aint gotta hear the boy I know who the winner, come on

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