Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

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You tryin to up, I am the come up
I be standin right when the sun up
You gettin up if you niggaz try and run up
You good, go on 'head, throw your one up
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And scream out bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
I'm like bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya me now?
It go bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya me now?
I'm bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
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My nigga Funeral Fad me back in oh-three
Rap ain't but cash money bitches, foreign cars and trees
by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggaz I'd never the block; but
Shit changes - I done been six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, I got them Mike Vick fingers
Throwin bullets on par with the
Hit your whole faculty, like ain't jackin me
Before you do, you be in a box
While Ja (da) "Kiss That Ass Goodbye" L.O.X.
First shot leave niggaz in shock
That second shot, that's when that body drop (you me?)
And niggaz still 'bout "Detox"
tell you if you tell me who killed 'Pac; aight then~!
I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, with
The way stickin and movin the knife, Floyd might win
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Yeah, uhh
Testarossas, an extra toaster
It's Hub City finest, they respect the
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tyga do
about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, DeMar got a
Sittin courtsides with Drake, Hector and
Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck with
Dick too big like my lifestyle, you fuck with
Poppin champagne, we do the thing
Standin on the couch, it's money Game, the campaign
Big in my pocket, on my wrist
At the Ronald Airport, yeah, I'm on my shit
Louis Vuitton peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the "RED" album dropped, I'm gettin head
In the club, past you niggaz
bitches gas them niggaz, Drizzy ask them niggaz
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