Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

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

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

Think we don't need no Shaolin 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 niggas free God)
You in a Chamber, in the
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)
(Boo doo doo)
(Darkness, you know? 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
they are, take a look, yo, I spit the uncontainable

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

Spittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different
I spit for the cause, you spit for the
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 holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had chance
So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones
You got us, resist us?
I not, it's impossible
(Thinks not)

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

Rollie in the back, son rolled 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 from the closet and filled the gat up

Bobby sharpened the razor, the bat up
Let the dogs out the basement, the rap up
Somehow the Brown about to get clapped up
high nigga off coke tried to act up

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

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

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

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

If you for the glock
Throw flag up
If you got for the Gods
Throw flag up
If you from the heart
Throw flag up

cause the beef
I tie the rag up
All my Digihead
the bag up
Boo doo doo doo
And throw your up

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

I the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets
Rollin' in the cutty five niggas deep
One SK, two Tec-9's and two
Ready to on these fools 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 that pah, to mic brawl
sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun

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

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

Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to mics
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,