Luyện nghe bài hát Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)

It's an uptown thang
From the 3 to the

As I proceed to hit the weed
I be givin' you exactly what you
To bob your head, 'cuz I know you to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga droppin'

that's non-stoppin', p-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin'
You we gets busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy fuck 'wit us, 'cuz Cash Money is the shit

I represent, real ass fa sho
From the Mac to the to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in
Bout green can't forget about

Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those
Or six people will carry ya, niggas will ya
Bitch, I you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you want me me

In the U.P.T., the 2, 2, 3
Ready to back nigga feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it
Gotta holla at Hot boy hard to kill

in effect, six co fa sho
My girl Shavonda in effect somethin' fa sho
let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an thang pussy

Uptown got 'cha up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin'

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the
And the clique I'm in with 2, 2, 6
I keep it for the real
So the could feel what I feel about my grill

Them raps, is a mil
You get if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown brings it you
Commence upon the that I present clown

I'm uncomfortable, if in a town not Uptown
Get down with all huntin', my trigga finga glad
To wrap around the K and put fire on that ass
My Yella bad but Baby G. even worse

You in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
Big Mo out that CP3
Calliope, of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
St. Thomas got torture, bad since '25
That powered niggas just do it a Worldwide

I'm high I die, think I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told 'ja I let 'em
Bang or get nigga it's an uptown thang

got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin'
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard
got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

Once again it's me representin', comin' from the streets
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash B.G.
you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I we ain't hoes

So recognize, I keep it real, for my
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown
You figure, because I'm younger, you harder
Well, keep ya head up or busta it's man

Is you
To swim in the water with the sharks
In the You not bitch I can see it in your heart
a hoe

So stay on your of the field
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get
Stop playin', before I sprayin' I done told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown

So what's I'm fuckin' wit' that S.T.P.
So what's I'm fuckin' wit' that 1, 2, 3
So happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that 17
It's understood that I'll die for wild 13

So keep it real, I'm chillin' that World War 2
Representin', I'm wit' that 11th ward crew
I smoke weed put a dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an thang

Uptown got 'cha up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the quicker
They got a waitin' on yo fuckin' picture