Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets homesAnother Southside gangster
hitHi-Power Entertainment you
didn't know, it's motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
leavin 'em in out for the nine
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
Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm packin'When I'm and
I'm sure it's fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my know where I always be
trippin'And never will I get
sippin' on this
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of like a motherfuckin'
lottoLike Desperado, this got a gang of
at me the wrong way and I'll put you on
your backOn the attack, I don't a fuck who you
always had a hard time pullin' your body off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
young 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 wanna play on you
hoes, oh no CaponeStraight creepin' while
sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late checksWest coast
representing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we reach this it down,
open up shop and we never stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's Capone-E the
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'
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' fools up in this
got your backCause your arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E makes you thinkAnd drop you
a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it
up the the Sureos the day that I dieKickin with the
homeboys and I'm always highDon't ask me
why, it's just the life that I my name for
robbing for their greenIndeed, and fuck your
bullet-proof vestI come to correct but ain't no
motherfuckin testIt's a game life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent 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 tellin' how I lookedI shook the and got a
cleanRobbed that for his cash and his
blingWatch it on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
of a motherfucker that just got
checkedRespect this tiny from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die chump, watch your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
now you motherfucker knowWho's
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
RidersThey me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor
those who don't knowNow you fucking
soldados my torpedoesTaking over shit with
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