Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside
hitHi-Power Entertainment you
didn't know, it's that CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
'em in concussionWatch out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, your blood
rushinYou don't wanna be with me, I
up the a world of my ownRepresent to the
Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm I'm drunk and
I'm stonedMake sure it's fully when
I'm leavin' my know where I always be
trippin'And never I get caught
slippin'I'm on this
bottleSmashin' on the I catch you
out of luckIt's a motherfuckin'
Desperado, this latino's got a gang of
stratchLook at me the wrong way and put you on
your backOn the attack, I don't give a who you
areI always had a hard time pullin' your off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
hearThe young Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some riders
on a mission for a come upVatos and they
slippin' if they wanna youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's creepin' while
your its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late night checksWest
representing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we
stop till we reach this topPuttin' it down,
open up shop and we never gonna leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, Capone-E the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you see me on a
puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we to do
damageHooked up with Criminal now songs
simpleSureo love that little RegalIn a
ContinentalNow were ballin' out of
controlLittle up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises fuck you
upCause we don't a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in gangsta
rapWho's got your backCause your arm was of
(?)Mr. Capone-E makes you thinkAnd I'mma 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, it's just the that I leadEarn my name for
robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and your
bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this no
motherfuckin testIt's a game life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent a youngster to a
motherfuckin VetAnd what's next, life is took, by
this young crookI had a ski mask on my so ain't
no how I lookedI shook the scene and got a
cleanRobbed that for his cash and his
it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a motherfucker just got
checkedRespect this tiny from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
now you motherfucker knowWho's
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight
those who don't you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking over this shit
balasAll the globeHi-Power
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