Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

Eh-yo,
What up God? You got that cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in
So yo, I'ma call the Black up
And North Star from down in the

Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit

Think we don't no Shaolin cats for the job
it to the wild wild west
Boo doo doo

(Come on, son)
The one and sharpshooter
(Spark niggas my nigga)
Yo I to be heard
(Digital)
The truth shall set you

(Digital)
(Set them niggas God)
You in a Chamber, in the
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)
(Boo doo doo)
(Darkness, you Must come to light)

Eh-yo, it's the
One and only, guaranteed, I trippin'
Yo, it ain't no comparin' me to else
Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your
There they are, take a look, yo, I the uncontainable

Highly flammable, unexplainable, Pro
Crisis show you how to a hoe
you how the game should go
So you lames can know, Black equals nuttin' but dope
So you workin' wit'? You bitch niggas ain't hurtin' shit

Spittin' shit, we rhyme for different purposes
I for the cause, you spit for the broads
I for the streets, you spit for the geeks
I spit for Long Beach and all of my peeps
it down, I spit for the meak

We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your
So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones
You got against us, us?
I thinks not, impossible
(Thinks not)

If you live for the
Throw your up
If you got the in your heart
your flag up

Rollie Fingers in the back, son the bag up
had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up
Uncooked beef in the street, tagged the rag up
got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up

Bobby sharpened the razor, the bat up
Let the dogs out the basement, the rap up
Somehow the Brown about to get clapped up
Pussy high nigga off coke to act up

Against the greatest mind, Bob Digital
Might a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
My young son Big Un fuck with Patty Cake
Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, a rattlesnake

While his brother Mel [unverified], it
Up in the project life, the street's be
The gun burst, son shot his tongue
shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first

Now on the Sunburst, bitch, it's Bobby's day
Lyrics for the out, click click, like spray
Tear through flesh, get up in your ass cheek
you came talkin' that same bullshit last week

Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain
I used to wonder where these came from
Up in the thirty-six cell I Shadowbox
Ship on weed grass and build up a male ox

If you love for the
your flag up
If you got love for the
your flag up
If you from the heart
your flag up

Don't cause the
I tie the rag up
All my niggas
the bag up
Boo doo doo doo
And throw flag up

If you come from Long
Throw flag up
If you from Compton, throw your rag up
If you come from the West then throw your up
If you come the block then
Throw flag up

I spit the flavor for the ear, for the streets
Rollin' in the about five niggas deep
One SK, two Tec-9's and two
Ready to trip on fools around my way poppin' shit

Like the Black Knights air them things out
Knuckle up in the spot 'til get drops
Stomped, get out
out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl
Clean sweep, took the first pitch, the homerun

Black Knights known to mics, leave the spots full blown
You know motto, the Knights or Nuttin', so frontin'
Like you ain't heard this pitch through your twelve-inch
care which Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'

Jumpin', jumpin' like Destiny, I it with the Rugged recipe
You my technique on a Ra' beat
Speak the Digi slurred speech but with the mic
On mine, it's Black Knights

the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics
The right way, like a K, m o n k
The conqueror, smash sponsor
Learn the lesson from the Black Knight, lethal Silent

Digital, digital,
Bobby, Bobby,
Digi, digi,