Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

Eh-yo,
What up You got that glock cleaned?
those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'ma the Black Knights up
And North Star down in the Westside

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

Think we don't need no cats for the job
Take it to the wild wild
Boo doo doo

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

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

Eh-yo, the sharpshooter
One and only, guaranteed, I trippin'
Yo, it no comparin' me to nuttin' else
Untraceable, like a bomber on your radar
There are, take a look, yo, I spit the uncontainable

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby the razor, oiled the bat up
Let the out the basement, pulled the rap up
Somehow the Brown about to get clapped up
Pussy high off coke tried to act up

Against the world's mind, Bob Digital
Might throw a Hand-block or a fifty-two
My young son Big Un don't fuck with Cake
Bound to walk through the barefoot, choke a rattlesnake

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

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

cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb?
I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came
Up in the thirty-six cell block I
Ship on weed grass and up like a male ox

If you for the glock
your flag up
If you got love for the
Throw flag up
If you live from the
your flag up

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

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

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

Like the Knights don't air them things out
Knuckle up in the 'til someone get drops
Stomped, get out
Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic
Clean sweep, took the pitch, knocked the homerun

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

Jumpin', jumpin' like Destiny, I laced it the Rugged recipe
You know my technique on a Ra'
Speak the Digi speech but aggressive with the mic
On mine, strictly Black Knights

Steal the spotlight, 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 Weapon

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