Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, ride homesAnother Southside gangster
hitHi-Power Entertainment you
know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the
I'm a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood
rushinYou don't wanna be with me, I
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
fullestSouthern Cali I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm packin'When I'm and
I'm stonedMake sure fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my homeNever know where I be
trippin'And will I get caught
slippin'I'm sippin' on
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of like a motherfuckin'
Desperado, this latino's 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
always had a hard time pullin' your body off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
hearThe young Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some riders
on a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and
slippin' if they play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight while
your its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late night checksWest
representing hallows through your chestPop-Pop 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
sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do
damageHooked up with Criminal now 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 the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big to (?) allySouthern
riders in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in this
got your backCause your arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E you thinkAnd I'mma drop you
like a it
up the the Sureos till the day that I dieKickin the
homeboys and I'm always gettin ask me
why, it's just the life I leadEarn my name for
robbing motherfuckers for greenIndeed, and fuck your
bullet-proof vestI to correct but this ain't no
testIt's a game called life and
deathBlood, tears, and from a youngster to a
motherfuckin VetAnd what's next, life is took, by
this young had a ski mask on my face 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 motherfucker just got
checkedRespect this tiny rapper the SouthStaight
till I die fuckin' chump, watch your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker
this biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power
RidersThey call me motherfuckin StalkerFor
those who don't you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking over shit with
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