Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Come

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Here we go so wave your
For Missy, Maganoo, and
We gon' you how to party right
So the uhh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' tonight

If you're livin' for love, start livin' for
If you're having a baby, then make her wife
If up in the club where the dub
like a bank sell to the highest bid put the cash in your bank
Girl I'm lovin' booty, you can hoo to my blow
fish but please honey child, don't kiss

All I want is a when I'm up in the club
Maybe after the dance, dinner sharp, the tub
I'm a nigga class, you're a girl with a job
of my neck like corn on the cob
I'm second to none, I'm as ever
Go downtown, well I

Uh, uh, I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird,
We gon' party, the sun comes up
Bartender, you to fill up my cup
Ain't no until your draws start floppin'
There won't be no unless the disc stop jockin'
(What?)

She this, and he said that
And he said Timbaland can't rap
But I don't care because I dope tracks
I make you and wiggle, and do this and that
Timbaland, where you at?
VA baby, dat

Aiyyo, aiyyo, now I'm rich, I once was
If you're late my dough, then there's no show
I my hair and it still won't grow
If you my butt, boy you gotta go
Out the for touchin' my back
For trying to jack every Timbaland

Maganoo, where you
They been bitin' our style, those silly
Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em
So the next time they they die like ugh
I'ma roll up the dutchie
Get sweets 'cuz I got the munchies

Here we go so wave your
For Missy, Maganoo, and
We gon' you how to party right
So the uhh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' tonight

Here we go so your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and
We gon' show you how to party
So the uhh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party

Girl, the bar open up five rum
wanna get a buzz, get some
9 out of 10, all girls gonna
Just gon' depend on who gonna freak
Don't floss, all girls know they name
Only near, chillin' in the club, no

Brotha mad at me 'cuz I got cheese
the club close got his girl on her knees
Oh man please, the two degrees
Degree number one, keep your hon off
Degree number two, your girl 'round you
trust a girl, Lord knows what she do

Uh huh, tricks is I got in my bag
Hits is I make out the lab
Ritz is the crackers I eat
Bitch is what a man don't
Rubber shows I'm a lover
is what I do in trouble, what?

My man,
He beats for the streets
See, me and
In the back trees
high off the phone
Tell a what chu want, hey

Now, I'm in the S L K
I roll up the window, so the 'doo sway
my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay, them bitches
Oh, by the way
Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to you dance

we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and
We show you how to party right
So pass the uhh and get the
Alright, we gon' tonight

Here we go so your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and
We gon' show you how to party
So the uhh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party