Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside
Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
didn't know, that motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
'em in concussionWatch out for the nine
I'm a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood
rushinYou wanna be with me, I guaranteePick
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
fullestSouthern Killer I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm I'm drunk and
I'm stonedMake sure it's loaded when
I'm leavin' my homeNever where I always be
trippin'And never I get caught
slippin'I'm on this
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of luckIt's like a
lottoLike Desperado, this got a gang of
stratchLook at me the way and I'll put you on
your backOn the attack, I give a fuck who you
areI had a hard time pullin' your body off the
far and near, Criminals' name is all you
hearThe Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some riders
on a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and
slippin' if they wanna youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight creepin'
your its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our night checksWest coast
representing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we reach topPuttin' it down,
open up and we never gonna stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's the ESouthside
bang, all my enemiesSee you can't see me on a
puck statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do
up with Criminal now songs plain
simpleSureo rockin' that little RegalIn a
ContinentalNow were ballin' out of
controlLittle up in a BenzoSmokin'
the sun rises upThat'll fuck you
upCause we don't give a fuckFrom the to the
2-1-3From the Big to (?) allySouthern
CaliHi-Power riders in tankBangin
shanksSlappin' up in this gangsta
rapWho's got 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 the day that I dieKickin with the
and I'm always gettin highDon't ask me
why, it's just the life that I leadEarn my for
robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and fuck
bullet-proof vestI come to correct but ain't no
motherfuckin a game called life and
deathBlood, tears, and from a youngster to a
motherfuckin what's next, your life is took, by
this young crookI had a ski on my face so ain't
no tellin' how I shook the scene and got a
cleanRobbed motherfucker for his cash and his
blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it on my
of a motherfucker that just got
checkedRespect this rapper from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, watch
Midnight
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you knowWho's
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
RidersThey me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor
those who don't knowNow you fucking
soldados my torpedoesTaking over this with
balasAll across the
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