Luyện nghe bài hát On a come up

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother gangster
hitHi-Power motherfuckersIf you
know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal the 2-1-3So Criminal let
'em know
leavin 'em in out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin blood
rushinYou don't wanna be with me, I
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
fullestSouthern Killer I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm packin'When I'm and
I'm stonedMake it's fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my homeNever know where I be
trippin'And will I get caught
slippin'I'm sippin' on
on the throttleWhen I catch you
out of like a motherfuckin'
lottoLike Desperado, latino's got a gang of
stratchLook at me the wrong way and put you on
your backOn the attack, I give a fuck who you
always had a hard time pullin' your body off the
dockFrom far and near, Criminals' is all you
hearThe young Sureo, spittin' deadly in your
Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
on a mission for a come upVatos and they
if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight while
your its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our night checksWest coast
representing piercing through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we reach topPuttin' it down,
open up shop and we never stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, it's the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my you can't see me on a
puck statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do
damageHooked up with Criminal now songs
simpleSureo love that little RegalIn a
Lincoln were ballin' out of
Simons' up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises fuck you
upCause we don't give a the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
riders in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in gangsta
rapWho's got your backCause arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E makes you thinkAnd drop you
a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it
up the the till the day that I dieKickin with the
homeboys and I'm gettin highDon't ask me
why, it's just the life that I leadEarn my for
robbing motherfuckers for greenIndeed, and fuck your
bullet-proof come to correct but this ain't no
motherfuckin testIt's a game called and
deathBlood, tears, and from a youngster to a
VetAnd what's next, your life is took, by
this young crookI had a ski mask on my face so
no tellin' how I lookedI shook the and got a
cleanRobbed motherfucker for his cash and his
blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a motherfucker that got
checkedRespect this tiny rapper from the
till I die fuckin' chump, watch your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
RidersThey me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor
those who don't you fucking knowBig
soldados my torpedoesTaking over this shit
balasAll the globeHi-Power
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