Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride Southside gangster
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didn't know, it's that CaponeWith
that E and his homie from the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
'em in concussionWatch out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, your blood
rushinYou wanna be with me, I guaranteePick
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
fullestSouthern Cali I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm I'm drunk and
I'm stonedMake sure it's fully when
I'm leavin' my know where I always be
never will I get caught
slippin'I'm on this
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of luckIt's like a
lottoLike Desperado, latino's got a gang of
stratchLook at me the wrong way and put you on
your backOn the attack, I don't give a who you
areI had a hard time pullin' your body off the
dockFrom far and near, Criminals' is all you
hearThe young Sureo, spittin' deadly in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some riders
on a for a come upVatos trippin' and they
slippin' if wanna play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight creepin'
your sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low
except, waitin' for our night checksWest coast
representing piercing hallows through chestPop-Pop we
don't stop we reach this topPuttin' it down,
up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, Capone-E the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you see me on a
puck sucker statusHi-Power be the and we leave to do
damageHooked up with now songs plain
simpleSureo love that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow were out of
controlLittle up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises upThat'll you
upCause we don't give a fuckFrom the to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
CaliHi-Power riders in tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in gangsta
rapWho's got your backCause your arm was of
(?)Mr. Capone-E makes you I'mma drop you
a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it
up the the Sureos till the day that I with the
homeboys and I'm always gettin ask me
why, it's just the that I leadEarn my name for
robbing for their greenIndeed, and fuck your
bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this no
motherfuckin a game called life and
deathBlood, tears, and from a youngster to a
motherfuckin VetAnd what's next, your is took, by
this young crookI had a ski on my face so ain't
no tellin' how I lookedI shook the and got a
that motherfucker for his cash and his
blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it on my
neckConsequences of a motherfucker that got
checkedRespect tiny rapper from the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you knowWho's
runnin' biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power
call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor
those who knowNow you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking this shit with
balasAll the globeHi-Power
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