Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother gangster
hitHi-Power motherfuckersIf you
know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em know
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 I'm drunk and
I'm stonedMake it's fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my know where I always be
trippin'And will I get caught
sippin' on this
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of luckIt's 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 give a who you
areI always had a hard time pullin' body off the
far and near, Criminals' name is all you
hearThe Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in your
Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
on a mission for a come trippin' and they
slippin' if wanna play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight while
your sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low
except, waitin' for our night checksWest coast
representing piercing hallows through your we
don't stop till we this topPuttin' it down,
open up shop and we never stop leva[Mr.
wee, it's Capone-E the ESouthside
bang, all my enemiesSee you can't see me on a
puck sucker be the lable and we leave to do
damageHooked up Criminal now songs plain
simpleSureo love rockin' that RegalIn a
Lincoln were ballin' out of
controlLittle Simons' up in a
indoTill the sun rises upThat'll you
upCause we don't give a the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' up in this gangsta
rapWho's got your backCause your arm was of
(?)Mr. makes you thinkAnd I'mma drop you
a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it
up the the Sureos till the day that I dieKickin the
homeboys and I'm always highDon't ask me
why, just the life that I leadEarn my name for
robbing motherfuckers for greenIndeed, and fuck 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
motherfuckin VetAnd what's next, life is took, by
this young crookI had a ski mask on my so ain't
no tellin' how I shook the scene and got a
cleanRobbed that for his cash and his
it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a that just got
checkedRespect this tiny rapper the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die chump, watch your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker
runnin' biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power
RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight
who don't knowNow you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking over this with
balasAll the globeHi-Power
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