Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside
Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
didn't know, it's that motherfuckin
that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin blood
don't wanna be with me, I guaranteePick
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
fullestSouthern Killer Cali I out for the
I'm packin'When I'm drunk and
I'm stonedMake sure it's fully when
I'm leavin' my homeNever know where I be
trippin'And will I get caught
slippin'I'm on this
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of like a motherfuckin'
Desperado, this latino's got a gang of
stratchLook at me the way and I'll put you on
backOn the attack, I don't give a fuck who you
areI always had a time pullin' your body off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
hearThe young Sureo, spittin' rhymes in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some riders
on a mission for a upVatos trippin' and they
slippin' if they wanna play on you
hoes, oh no CaponeStraight creepin' while
your its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late night checksWest
representing piercing through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we reach topPuttin' it down,
open up shop and we gonna stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my you can't see me on a
sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do
damageHooked up with Criminal now songs
love rockin' that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow ballin' out of
controlLittle Simons' up in a
indoTill the sun upThat'll fuck you
upCause we don't give a fuckFrom the to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' up in this gangsta
got your backCause your arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E makes you I'mma drop you
a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it
up the the Sureos till the day that I dieKickin the
and I'm always gettin highDon't ask me
why, just the life that I leadEarn my name for
robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and your
bullet-proof come to correct but this ain't no
motherfuckin a game called life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a to a
motherfuckin what's next, your life is took, by
young crookI had a ski mask on my face so ain't
no how I lookedI shook the scene and got a
that motherfucker for his cash and his
blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a motherfucker that got
checkedRespect this tiny from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, watch
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor
those who don't knowNow you fucking
soldados my torpedoesTaking over shit with
balasAll across the
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