Luyện nghe bài hát Come On

Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, on, BCC
on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock
Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to
So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes up

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

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

Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, spots etcetera
Buckshot, rock knots wit
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 wiggin' out while I'm out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three
Perhaps, niggas you sent to carjack

Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit
Now this is I act like when I smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy eye, wit facts
From the street Bible or the street

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

It's the wave king, rock the two tone strip-ons
wanna end up miss-on, then play 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
impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericson wit the
Y'all stockin' cap copycats, get off the

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

It's like a wall trick, dirty money move quick
My wear stones, you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists 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 bang
To the muthafuckin' end, I be my thing yeah
Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G
the bloods and the crips, now bitches is carjackin'

Like my nigga Craig and 'em say, "Fuck shit"
Rockin' shines in the 'Ville, you better that shit
Or yo' step baby, watch where you walk
I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass talk

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

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

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

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

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

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

See me in Brooklyn where be armed
Territorial leave you in memorial suites
Callin' your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya
We the type you love to hate 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 mine sixty-five day

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