Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

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

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

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

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

(Digital)
(Set them niggas 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 ain't no comparin' me to nuttin'
Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on radar
There they are, take a look, yo, I spit the

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

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

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

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

Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up
Street had the pen and the pad, he a tag up
Uncooked beef in the street, they the rag up
Goldie got the clip the closet 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
high nigga off coke tried to act up

Against the greatest mind, Bob Digital
Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a
My young son Big Un don't fuck Patty Cake
Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, a rattlesnake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock
The right way, spit a K, m o n k
The conqueror, your sponsor
Learn the lesson from the Black Knight, Silent Weapon

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