Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

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

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

Murder was the case that gave Game
Cops on the cause they know a nigga gang bang
Red round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't you
on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the side calling niggas cuz
to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my in the pen beating on they chest like

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

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

On God
I got niggas from Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll you at your 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 I'm on that gangsta shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300
My nigga Magic from Avalon, from neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in
Hop from 6-0, [?] from
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our
And for my nigga Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's

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

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

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