Luyện nghe bài hát Come Over

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

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

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

Get ya on and get low, and I fumble
Make ya throw your hands up when I in the zone
So, if on, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home
I got my dog out, it's 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 safe way guaranteed not to

we come
(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", down, switch it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha
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 even Ricky "Rapper" can stand the rain tonight
Is this the end, right, I turned on a liking to
Vannessa Derrio like Brian McKnight

Said, "Oh no", baby doll me and she goin' down low
People at D.E.M.O., hot, that you a pro
up and down you never did this before
Whatever, go slow

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

Tightest for 5 G's and Al D
catch my now when my price is low
Then 95 digits when the Lunatics
Another 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 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

'Cuz we be from 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

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

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

I payin' time 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 and I ain't even bought her dinner

I sorted tha game on a bench with
Beggin' coach, let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game, to weigh in to enter
I ain't gotta herd no drugs no more, I 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
Sippin' Allezey, steady on a pound
Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up