Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

You know, I just couldn't shit beneath me
Only nigga can take a still in 3D
If need be, I'm leavin' the with Cindy
It's be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi

nine, I move over to her twin sister, Medni
I spit like that to get brains like that
Butter leather seats, it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a running

Get ya on and get low, and I fumble
Make ya throw your hands up I bring in the zone
So, if on, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home
I got my home dog out, it's on chrome, gone

She my bizza, my batlin' dog
You Lunatics, that's what I be sayin' 'bout
I'm not a MD but I'm on call
And I got a way guaranteed not to stall

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be countdown the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, puffin' on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

I'm like the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and
Not even "Rapper" Johnny can stand the rain tonight
Is this the end, damn right, I on a liking to
Vannessa Derrio like over Brian

Said, "Oh no", baby kissin' me and she goin' down low
at D.E.M.O., hot, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you did this before
Whatever, just go

by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight and to fight 'cuz I'm the one they women like
He think he tight, he got more game than Spike Lee
Runnin' thru his vains like an IV, high

Tightest for 5 G's and Al D
catch my now when my price is low
Then 95 digits when the blow
Another for a show, to let you niggas know, now what

we come
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

we be countdown from the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

You see me and my niggas only out on the weekends
'Cuz on the weekdays to creepin', freakin'
Wit' yo rat, now that, when she wit you
She now what you weak in

Lettin' me that she really been thinkin'
About a nigga, even I'm not with her
I'm all year, while you only in the winter
My gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin' thinner

I ain't time so you callin' me a sinner
Old Payne, 29, callin' me a young
Nelly stopped on me, stop when I'm wit her
She ready 4 whatever and I ain't bought her dinner

I sorted tha game on a bench with
Beggin' your coach, let you play for a
The seconds of the game, used to weigh in to enter
I ain't gotta no drugs no more, I know who tha winner

Here we
(Here we now, girl)
for you
(Baby girl, aw, aw)

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be from the sky to tha ground
Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up