Luyện nghe bài hát Come Up

[Chorus 1 x2:
You tryin to up, I am the come up
I be right here when the sun up
You done up if you niggaz try and run up
You livin good, go on 'head, throw one up
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And scream out bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
I'm bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
It go bla-bladow,
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
I'm bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow
Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me
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My nigga Fad told me back in oh-three
Rap ain't nuttin but cash bitches, foreign cars and trees
by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I I promised my niggaz I'd never leave the block; but
Shit changes - I been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, I got them Mike Vick fingers
bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, ain't nobody jackin me
you do, you be layin in a box
While Ja (da) "Kiss Ass Goodbye" {MUAH} L.O.X.
First leave them niggaz in shock
That second shot, that's when body drop (you heard me?)
And niggaz still 'bout "Detox"
I'll tell you if you tell me who 'Pac; aight then~!
I'm at this fight then, with Tyson
The way stickin and movin the knife, Floyd might win
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Yeah, uhh
Testarossas, keep an toaster
It's Hub City finest, they respect the
My Game do that, my nigga Tyga do that
about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, got a condo
courtsides with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck that
Dick too big like my lifestyle, you with that?
Poppin champagne, we do the damn
Standin on the couch, money Game, that's the campaign
Big in my pocket, Obama on my
At the Reagan Airport, yeah, I'm on my shit
Louis Vuitton peanut butter with the red wheels
when the "RED" album dropped, I'm gettin head still
In the club, lookin you niggaz
These bitches gas them niggaz, Drizzy ask niggaz
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