Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

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

You know, I just hide shit beneath me
nigga can take a still picture in 3D
If need be, I'm leavin' the party Cindy
It's gotta be, bo-legged, long hair,

Ninety nine, I over to her twin sister, Medni
I spit game like that to get brains like
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 your 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, gone

She like my bizza, my dog
You Lunatics, that's what I be 'bout y'all
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 from 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

'Cuz we be countdown 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 like the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and
Not Ricky "Rapper" Johnny can stand the rain tonight
Is the end, damn right, I turned on a liking to
Vannessa like over Brian McKnight

Said, "Oh no", baby doll kissin' me and she down low
at D.E.M.O., hot, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this
Whatever, just go

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

nigga for 5 G's and Al D
Tryna catch my now my price is low
95 digits when the Lunatics 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 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

'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

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

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

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

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

we come
(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 countdown 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