Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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You to come up, I am the come up
I be right here when the sun up
You gettin up if you niggaz try and run up
You good, go on 'head, throw your one up
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And out bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya me now?
I'm like bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
It go bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya me now?
I'm bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
Game:]
My nigga Funeral Fad told me back in
Rap ain't but cash money bitches, foreign cars and trees
by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggaz I'd leave the block; but
Shit changes - I done through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick
Throwin bullets on par the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, ain't nobody jackin me
Before you do, you be in a box
Ja (da) "Kiss That Ass Goodbye" {MUAH} L.O.X.
First shot them niggaz in shock
That second shot, when that body drop (you heard me?)
And niggaz askin 'bout "Detox"
tell you if you tell me who killed 'Pac; aight then~!
I'm at Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he's and movin the knife, Floyd might win
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Yeah, uhh
Testarossas, keep an toaster
Hub City finest, they respect the mostest
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tyga do
Heard about the new cat, I the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, got a condo
Sittin courtsides Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, Lifestyle, she fuck with that
Dick too big like my lifestyle, you with that?
Poppin champagne, we do the thing
on the couch, it's money Game, that's the campaign
Big in my pocket, on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan Airport, yeah, I'm on my
Louis Vuitton luggage butter with the red wheels
Started when the "RED" album dropped, I'm gettin still
In the club, lookin you niggaz
These bitches gas them niggaz, Drizzy ask niggaz
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