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 know
leavin 'em in out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, your blood
rushinYou don't wanna be me, I guaranteePick
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm I'm drunk and
I'm sure it's fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my homeNever know I always be
trippin'And never will I get
slippin'I'm on this
bottleSmashin' on the I catch you
out of luckIt's a motherfuckin'
lottoLike Desperado, this latino's got a of
stratchLook at me the wrong way and put you on
your backOn the attack, I give a fuck who you
areI always had a time pullin' your body off the
dockFrom far and near, Criminals' is all you
hearThe young Sureo, deadly rhymes in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We Hi-Power riders
on a mission for a come upVatos and they
slippin' if they wanna youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight while
sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late night coast
representing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop we reach this topPuttin' it down,
open up shop and we never gonna leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my you can't see me on a
puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we to do
damageHooked up with Criminal now plain
love rockin' that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow ballin' out of
controlLittle up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises upThat'll you
upCause we don't give a the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
fools up in this gangsta
rapWho's got your backCause arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E makes you thinkAnd drop you
like a it
up the the Sureos till the day that I with the
and I'm always gettin highDon't ask me
why, it's just the life that I my name for
robbing motherfuckers for greenIndeed, and fuck your
vestI come to correct but this ain't no
motherfuckin testIt's a game life and
deathBlood, tears, and from a youngster to a
VetAnd what's next, your life is took, by
this young 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 on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a motherfucker just got
checkedRespect this rapper from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, your
Midnight
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you knowWho's
runnin' this Hi-Power
call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor
those who knowNow you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking over this with
across the globeHi-Power
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