Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, ride homesAnother Southside gangster
hitHi-Power motherfuckersIf you
didn't know, it's that motherfuckin
that E and his Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em know
leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the
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
fullestSouthern Cali I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm I'm drunk and
I'm stonedMake it's fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my homeNever know I always be
trippin'And never will I get
sippin' 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 way and I'll put you on
backOn the attack, I don't give a fuck who you
areI always had a hard time 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 some riders
on a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and
if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight while
sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, for our late night checksWest coast
representing piercing through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we this topPuttin' it down,
open up and we never gonna stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my you can't see me on a
puck sucker be the lable and we leave to do
damageHooked up with now songs plain
simpleSureo love rockin' little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow were out of
controlLittle up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises upThat'll you
upCause we give a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big to (?) allySouthern
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in gangsta
got your backCause your arm was full of
(?)Mr. makes you thinkAnd I'mma drop you
like a it
up the the till 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 motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and your
bullet-proof vestI to correct but this ain't no
motherfuckin testIt's a game called and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a to a
VetAnd what's next, your life is took, by
this crookI had a ski mask 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 on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a that just got
checkedRespect tiny rapper from the SouthStaight
Sureo I die fuckin' chump, watch your
Midnight
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you knowWho's
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight
those who knowNow you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking this shit with
balasAll across the
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