Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Motherfuckin' was at, was motherfuckin' hyped up
just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga and it was on
From there the there wasn't nuttin' stoppin' him
what did the rest of his niggaz do?
Man the motherfuckers was just for anything
Them niggaz was packin' burners them niggaz was to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes niggaz was on the flip out holmes
It was just comin' out like a
The nigga amped be like come on, come on

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on

Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sun
Off the bald head, everything is
Biggie me put on this so I'm a be the big wheel
Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo bet on
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight,
Hey Biggie, I understand you're Brooklyn
With 22's in your shoes, yo the shank ready

Well, why not up the spot with Sadat
Release the brain storm, to make your motherfuckin' brain
A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical the bastard
Sadat's kind of spiritual eell, in God we trust", guns I
Got disgustin', sewer style dumpin' and that
Do you know, where you're goin' to, do you like the things that I
Make an emcee wanna sing for a
the beat down we fuckin' givin', c'mon motherfucker

Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
on motherfuckers, come on

What? Niggaz want drama, work on my block
When I told y'all last week that was too hot
pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
Somebody gonna get paid, somebody get sprayed
is delayed as y'all run down the block
Caught one in your chest, breath come in spurts

Hey yo Biggie these niggaz I'm a hit 'em where it hurts
The big city it don't no bodies call me Papichulo
To all the Spanish Mamis I'm about ten blunts
three or fo' stouts seen five fat asses
Passed this bitch glasses
Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs the glock
I'm a tell him it can happen, don't me with that rap shit
Life is real, so Biggie take the

on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on

Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight,
9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't touch my
if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks

how I got the weed spot, I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the land
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to body
So resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs
When I throw my in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D E C K my flows remarkable

Peace to
Now we weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail
Oh my God, I'm shit like a pigeon
I you're listenin', smackin' babies at they christening

So you better your pistol
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin' spill
And I'm talkin' bout buckets, why did I to do it?
Sadat said it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin' you off somethin'
Signin' off is the rap singer
A K A slinger, bring it anytime nigga

on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on
Come on motherfuckers, on

on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on
on motherfuckers, come on
Come on motherfuckers, on

I to see shit like that