Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA cause you to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a day
You ain't never on dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around knuckles
Me and my used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got in the jaw
By sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I then he missed me
Now I'm to Bompton
I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had fifty for an
And I only had fifty, made it all day
Smoking the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, still active
And the Cedars giving no passes, why we asking?

How you gon bang if you really from LA
We spray gang up on the wall
me
And how you gon' fade if you don't know the dance
I see you really don't at all

Murder was the that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a gang bang
Red bandana round the
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas hear you
on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right calling niggas cuz
Bout to get mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they like

Said I need some pussy on my motherfucking
And I ain't got my yet
I said the motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fucking pencil to the

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies know I shoot choppers, handguns and
Not unless my niggas get it popping
top niggas like the hoovers in Bompton
Big booty psycho, fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, we at
It's the bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake her son be gang banging
You know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming through to
outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I with the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane that'll
I got esés that'll kill you at job
I got some by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit
Big [?] and [?] both got
Both up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell yeah I'm on that shit
run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, 300 crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in
Hop from 6-0, [?] Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta active
in, Blood out, what's brackin'?

R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 'bout to a right
On Piru street and scoop this nigga up, Blood

What, green and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no
Oh my, did it on my own, no
45, devil in disguise, free dope
West side, ride 'em off [?]
Go at us, now your wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop, hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the shop
Boy, only thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

How you gon bang if you ain't from LA
We spray your up on the wall
me
And how you fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you don't bang at all