Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me take you to the wicked wicked
them niggaz carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the that we fight for
from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords

Bustin' pistols we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the up because we drive slow

Oh, I'm a killa mayne, standin' on these
Hustlin' for my denim mayne and if you try to
as I hear one shot
I'ma let the tec and eagle ride non-stop

If I to I'll commit a murder just to maintain
Tell me you thought I'm from a city
Where gang bang and I got that thang thang

Get it you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you a brick
Cop an ounce of 'dro I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
Gettin' make me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in
Let me see all of my come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin'
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin'
Don't talk no or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty Nitti be down the nine-nine

That's where the lurks, I done been out there
them niggaz put in blood work
When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the of purple
These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner

Fuck 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil quick to put the mask on
Then they put the mash on, steady bustin' at each other
I take a tool and bust my strap and out, "Free my brother"

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm to break 'em out
If they hit me before get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' a blunt and cruise home
him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa the block down
Gettin' paper make me feel

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in
Let me see all of my hustlers up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' projects
Where the thugs and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to them later
When they tell you, where you when they catch you on the elevator

The fiends lurkin', niggaz serve in pissy
Can't say shit 'cause they be gettin' all day

parked out front, chillin' with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride the glock cocked smokin' a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come to hold the
He got that duty so they can't do to me

flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' make me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in
Let me see all of my come up in the Bay

Let me see all of my come up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

Yeah, some oh six
For all the real niggaz and bitches to to
Not none of ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That shit, fool, Twista bitch