Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come - Nelly

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

Yo, baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they me already
And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a
But what's goin on with you Cause I hope you ain't frontin
it's too late at night for that y'know?
Nah no doubt 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 a still picture 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 game like that, I get like that
Butter-soft leather seats, it came that
If sex was football, I'd be a
I can only get low and I fumble
Make ya ya hands up when 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 like my bizza, my bad, lil'
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 for ya guaranteed not to stall
So

(here.. we.. come..) Here we now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) girl, uhh uhh, cause we be
Vokal'd down the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a
Hollerin whoa now! down, switch it up
Mami frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..)
Full countdown, the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize, puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..)
whoa 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 Ralph or Johnny, it rain tonight
Is this the Damn right I, turn out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio like Bryan McKnight
Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she down low
Peepin that demo oh +I+ can 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 they women
He think he tight, he think he got more then spike lee
Running through his veins like an IV,
nigga for five G's of Al D.
Better me now while my price is low
Demandin digits when the Lunatics blow
Another zero for a show, 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) when I'm not wit her
I'm frosty all year while you in the winter
My gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
I ain't baptized so you me a sinner
Overpaid, 29, me a young tenor
Nelly stop leave, don't stop when I'm in her
SherReady for whatever and I ain't even bought her
I, started the game on the bench with (uhh)
Beggin coach let you play for a minute
The last of the game you still waitin to enter
I aint gotta the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on

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