Luyện nghe bài hát Coming for You

New Beanie Sigel,
Don't get
Fat shout, Street

1, 2, comin' for you
3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your
5, 6, man, I want bricks
7, 8, you give up dat weight
9, 10, I'll put the glock to ya
11, 12, man, I'll see you in

I tools like hammers and wrenchs
Gats wit attachments, how you want it, metal or plastic?
Disrespect fam, bastard, close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold ashes

of the killer for we rose a passin'
True killer, true thug, never no passion
Hit rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin'
Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga who you passin'

year from rammin' off the zany's fours and perks
Keep the semi handy, jammin' you for war or
Niggas the border, goin' berserk
On the roof bangin' dat S.W.A.T., lettin' off shots and

Dey tryin' to trap me in the of the yard
Man, I'm lettin' cat fall, hittin' from the cap to the Sarge
Can't see me in the yard, two wacks back to the wall
Use the two gat stash in the wall

Picture Mac liftin' up in the yard
I had a block, shiftin' up, off racks by the yard
The dope dem dudes, smokeless confused, shit
They ain't know if they want a or the saw

they life, straight from the pipe to the straw
Pokin' they vein, what you want, the or the cane?
I open the to sniffin' the D, X to the Z
Hot shit B Sig consecutively

1, 2, comin' for yo' ass
3, 4, you better yo' stash
5, 6, have you from dem clips
7, 8, fuck it, I can't

Y'all niggas crazy think Free won't the lev'
Prefer the but I got the four four instead
I dimes, who your dime? Get your whore in bed
Tell that triflin' bitch I want than head

might spark at ya clip, take more than bread
Guns and bricks while young hug the block
Dey love the strip, help 'em get and watches
Guns and kicks, freeway, my name is priceless, flow is

And remember, if you lie on
Lie in the lake, while bitch lie on Free
She ride on the snake and my whip her key
We ride in the jakes, clips, hop on Amtrak

Out of the state, broody shit, you and yo' man, right outta ya
Hold dis clip, blow your right outta ya face
Lawyer slick, preliminary, outta the
legendary, hotter than Mase

You be Free? Never, we outta the case
Roc-A-Fella pop 'til we outta the case
Form the hood Nikes, Delts and 'Lo Sport
Hood just like me, get bell and [Incomprehensible]

Hood chickens just bite me well and blow
I was 16, twelve wit no job
And I skipped school, gripped bitches wit no
a crack smoked leave bitch wit no thighs

No tits, rob wit no clips
No guns, left wit no chips
And the runs like the Mississippi River
And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me I whisper
Silence all guns hit 'em dey hit ya
If we for you than, nigga, we gonna get ya

1, 2, comin' for you
3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your
5, 6, man, I want those
7, 8, you gon' give up dat
9, 10, put the glock to ya chin
11, 12, man, see you in hell

1, 2, Freeway's for yo' ass
3, 4, you watch yo' stash
5, 6, have you duckin' from dem
7, 8, it, I can't wait

DJ Clue,
The Part 2 niggas, word up
You know how we do