Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

Eh-yo,
What up God? You got that cleaned?
Soaked those in oil?
So yo, I'ma the Black Knights 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
Take it to the wild wild
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 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 ain't no comparin' me to nuttin'
Untraceable, like a stealth on your radar
There they are, a look, yo, I spit the uncontainable

Highly flammable, unexplainable, Pro
show you how to tame a hoe
Show you how the game go
So you lames can know, Knights equals nuttin' but dope
So what you workin' wit'? You bitch niggas hurtin' shit

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

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

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

Rollie in the back, son rolled 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 out the basement, pulled the rap up
Somehow the Brown cats to get clapped up
Pussy nigga off coke tried to act up

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

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

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

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

If you for the glock
Throw flag up
If you got for the Gods
your flag up
If you live the heart
Throw flag up

cause the beef
I tie the rag up
All my niggas
the bag up
Boo doo doo doo
And throw flag up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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