Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother gangster
Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
didn't know, it's motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal from the Criminal let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
'em in concussionWatch out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin your
rushinYou don't wanna be with me, I
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
fullestSouthern Killer I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm packin'When I'm and
I'm stonedMake sure it's fully loaded
I'm leavin' my homeNever know where I be
trippin'And never will I get
slippin'I'm sippin' on
on the throttleWhen I catch you
out of like a motherfuckin'
lottoLike Desperado, this got a gang of
stratchLook at me the way and I'll put you on
your backOn the attack, I give a fuck who you
areI always had a hard time pullin' your off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
hearThe young Sureo, deadly rhymes in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power
on a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and
slippin' if they wanna play on you
hoes, oh no it's creepin' while
your sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low
except, waitin' for our late night coast
piercing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we
don't till we reach this topPuttin' it down,
open up shop and we never stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's the ESouthside
bang, all my enemiesSee you can't see me on a
puck statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do
damageHooked up with Criminal now plain
love rockin' that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow were out of
controlLittle up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises upThat'll you
we don't give a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in this
rapWho's got your backCause 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
homeboys and I'm always highDon't ask me
why, just the life that I leadEarn my name for
robbing for their greenIndeed, and fuck your
bullet-proof vestI to correct but this ain't no
motherfuckin testIt's a game life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent a youngster to a
motherfuckin VetAnd what's next, your 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 motherfucker for his and his
blingWatch it on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a motherfucker that got
checkedRespect this rapper from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker
this biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power
RidersThey call me Midnight StalkerFor
those who don't knowNow you knowBig
my torpedoesTaking over this shit with
balasAll across the
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