Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Flag Up

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

Eh-yo, they come and blast this shit over

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

(Come on, son)
The one and sharpshooter
(Spark these 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 me to nuttin' else
Untraceable, a stealth bomber on your radar
they are, take a look, yo, I spit the uncontainable

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

Spittin' 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 spit for North Beach 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 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
beef in the street, they tagged the rag up
Goldie got the clip the closet and filled the gat up

sharpened the razor, oiled 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 mind, Bob Digital
throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
My young son Big Un don't fuck Patty Cake
Bound to through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like the Black Knights air them things out
Knuckle up in the 'til someone get drops
Stomped, get out
Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic
sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun

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

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

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

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