Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

Eh-yo,
What up God? You got that glock
Soaked those bullets in
So yo, I'ma call the Black 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 west
Boo doo doo

(Come on, son)
The one and sharpshooter
(Spark niggas my nigga)
Yo I speak to be
(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 Must come to light)

Eh-yo, it's the
One and only, guaranteed, I ain't
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

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

commercial 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 for North Long Beach and all of my peeps
Holdin' it down, I spit for the

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

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

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

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

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

While his Mel [unverified], dissect it
Up in the project life, the street's be
The gun burst, son shot his first
shot 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
Tear through flesh, get lodged up in your ass
you came talkin' that same bullshit last week

Fuckin' nigga, what? Your brain numb?
I to wonder where these pussy-clats came from
Up in the thirty-six cell I Shadowbox
on weed grass 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
Throw your up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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