Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

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

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

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

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

She my bizza, my batlin' dog
You Lunatics, that's what I be sayin' y'all
I'm not a MD but I'm always on
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 from the sky to tha
Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound
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", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

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

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

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

nigga for 5 G's and Al D
Tryna catch my now when my is low
Then 95 digits when the Lunatics
zero for a show, to let you niggas know, now what

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

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

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

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

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

I sorted tha on a bench with splinters
Beggin' your coach, let you play for a
The last 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 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

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