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

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

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, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you
I got my home dog out, it's on chrome, gone

She like my bizza, my dog
You Lunatics, that's what I be sayin' y'all
I'm not a MD but I'm on call
And I got a safe way guaranteed not to

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", 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", slow down, 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 the end, damn right, I turned on a liking to
Vannessa Derrio 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 down you never did before
Whatever, just go

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

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

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

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

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' you weak in

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

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

I sorted tha game on a bench with
your 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

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", slow down, it up
Mami, front, go down, hit it up

'Cuz we be countdown 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