Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

Eh-yo,
What up God? You got that cleaned?
those bullets in oil?
So yo, call the Black Knights up
And North from down in the Westside

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

Think we don't need no Shaolin 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 truth set you free

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

Eh-yo, the sharpshooter
One and only, guaranteed, I ain't
Yo, it no comparin' me to nuttin' else
Untraceable, a stealth bomber on your radar
There they are, a look, yo, I spit the uncontainable

flammable, unexplainable, Game 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 what you workin' wit'? You bitch niggas ain't hurtin'

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

We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had chance
So now it's on us, just us, you get your bones 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 heart
your flag up

Rollie Fingers in the back, son 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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your 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 flag up
If you got for the Gods
Throw your up
If you live the heart
your flag up

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

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

I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the
in the cutty about five niggas deep
One SK, two and two sticks
Ready to trip on fools around my way poppin' shit

Like the Black Knights don't air things out
Knuckle up in the 'til someone get drops
Stomped, get out
Passed out off a of that 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 Knights or Nuttin', so frontin'
Like you ain't heard this high through your twelve-inch
Don't care Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'

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

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

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