Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside
Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
didn't know, it's that motherfuckin
that E and his homie Criminal from the Criminal let
'em know
leavin 'em in out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, your blood
rushinYou don't be with me, I guaranteePick
up the microphoneIn a of my ownRepresent to the
fullestSouthern Killer Cali I out for the
I'm packin'When 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 sippin' on
on the throttleWhen I catch you
out of luckIt's like a
lottoLike Desperado, latino's got a gang of
stratchLook at me the way and I'll put you on
your backOn the attack, I don't give a who you
areI had a hard time pullin' your body off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
hearThe Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. some Hi-Power riders
on a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and
slippin' if they wanna youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's creepin' while
your sleepin' its the Mr. low with
except, waitin' for our late checksWest coast
representing piercing hallows through chestPop-Pop we
stop till we reach this topPuttin' it down,
open up and we never gonna stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's Capone-E the
bang, fuck all my you can't see me on a
puck sucker statusHi-Power be the and we leave to do
damageHooked up Criminal now songs plain
love rockin' that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow ballin' out of
Simons' 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 riders in tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in gangsta
rapWho's got your 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 for their greenIndeed, and fuck your
bullet-proof vestI come to but this ain't no
motherfuckin testIt's a game life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent a youngster to a
motherfuckin VetAnd next, your life is took, by
this crookI 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
it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a motherfucker just got
this tiny rapper from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die chump, watch your
Midnight
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight
those who don't you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking over this with
across the globeHi-Power
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