Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother gangster
hitHi-Power Entertainment you
know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So let
'em know
leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin blood
rushinYou wanna be with me, I guaranteePick
up the microphoneIn a of my ownRepresent to the
fullestSouthern Killer 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 where I be
never will I get caught
slippin'I'm on this
bottleSmashin' on the I catch you
out of like 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 a fuck who you
areI always had a hard time pullin' your off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
hearThe Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some riders
on a for a come upVatos trippin' and they
slippin' if they play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no CaponeStraight creepin' while
sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late night coast
representing piercing through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we reach this it down,
up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, Capone-E the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you see me on a
puck statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do
damageHooked up with now songs plain
simpleSureo love that little RegalIn a
ContinentalNow were ballin' out of
controlLittle up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises upThat'll you
upCause we don't give a fuckFrom the to the
the Big Valley to (?) allySouthern
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' up in this gangsta
rapWho's got your backCause arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E you thinkAnd I'mma drop you
a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it
up the the Sureos till the day I dieKickin with the
homeboys and I'm always gettin ask me
why, it's just the life that I leadEarn my for
robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and your
bullet-proof vestI come to but this ain't no
motherfuckin a game called life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a 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
cleanRobbed motherfucker for his cash and his
blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, it gleam on my
of a motherfucker that just got
checkedRespect tiny rapper from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you knowWho's
runnin' biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power
call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor
those who don't you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking this shit with
balasAll across the
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