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
Only can take a still picture in 3D
If need be, I'm leavin' the party Cindy
It's be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi

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

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

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

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

'Cuz we be countdown the sky to tha ground
Sippin' Allezey, steady 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 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", doll kissin' me and she goin' down low
People at D.E.M.O., hot, tell you a pro
Swore up and you never did this before
Whatever, just go

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tha game on a bench with splinters
your coach, let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game, used to weigh in to
I ain't herd 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 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", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up