Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, on, MFC, come on, BCC
Come on, yeah, Rock, Rock, Rock
Everybody say Rock, not Lou suburbs to PJ's
So watch ya hootchie, get dudes beat up

Or heat is the scene and blaze to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets 'bra, I'll yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper
Two piece man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a on a wall

Spliff in my hand, big broad winin' on my balls
my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
Plus the other nine cats, my rapper card got in, your rapper
Yeah, my rapper card, it works in sessions

Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, spots etcetera
Buckshot, rock wit fists
Niggas stay while I rock wit this
Mobb on y'all niggas the Infamous

Too close wit the dillinger, two shots, I miss
I'm out while I'm diggin' out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three
Perhaps, them niggas you sent to

got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now this is what I act like when I on black
Stay wit the lazy eye, bomb wit facts
From the street or the street Quran

Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit on
I'm a nappy little nigga, still goin'
You can eat a dick I eat a thong, Clue
But the bomb

the wave king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons
Don't wanna end up miss-on, then your positi-on
My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay ya chick
While my crew from New Jerus stay ya whips

Tek is the shit, ain't spittin' like this
Deep impact steez been like a out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericson wit the
stockin' cap copycats, get off the dick

I keep the livin' held down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the at all times
So while I'm a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on we get

It's like a street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones, you can tip the wit
On they ears and alone for every deaf one's bone
Look, ain't no tellin' how gats I've thrown

Come on, yo for all my gettin wild
on, yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl
Come on, yo yo for all the soldiers on the
Come on, yo yo yo' time to eat

Yo the set I claim is the set that
To the muthafuckin' end, I be doin my yeah
Lidu Rock, know the name in New we G stackin'
First the bloods and the crips, now bitches is

Like my nigga Craig and 'em say, "Fuck shit"
shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, where you walk
I put a slug up in yo' so that ass won't talk

For son, now we got mad cops on the block
'Cuz we hold it for Doc and I keep my heat cocked
Lidu Rock, what the fuck, I y'all niggas mad at me
So if you rep for yours go 'head take a at me, muthafucker

You a many style copycat, Bendy Mile, cap
Fake nigga the projects who ain't got a gat
Ruck supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass navy beans

Maybe these, ain't ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, balls I just them
Off lost in the sauce and of course I'm them
Monkey niggas don't wit the Ruck, 'cuz they fags, son

The last one, to step to Sean P a bad one
Quincy toes em after somebody stabbed 'em
Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin weight great
Still bummin' money for stoges and a cake

Get it straight, y'all niggas fuckin' wit heavyweights
Boot Campion champions on point like paper
Demonstrate, vernacular
Smackin' ya upside the back of ya head wit a

Snatchin' ya, off the like police
Next week, they find your body washin' up on the
Don't speak if you ain't at norm, got nuttin' to say fool
Tally on, be gone, as we strong

See me in Brooklyn where crooks be
Territorial disputes leave you in suites
Callin' troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place
We the type you to hate 'cuz we stay in your face

Sayin' our before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, fish like fillet
My mind spray a murderer's nine spray
The crime way, get three-hundred sixty-five day

DJ Clue, the
Part One, you how we do it
up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
My B.I.G. word up and we out, till next time
For all parties Big Skane 800-570-3657, then