Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle
We go back like flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, was a good day
You ain't never been on off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your
Me and my brother used to dip down in
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 ducked he missed me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had for an eighth
And I only had fifty, it last all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park stay
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray active
And the Cedars ain't no passes, why we asking?

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

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

I need some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I got my commissary 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
know I shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not my niggas really get it popping
top niggas like the hoovers in Bompton
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Lisa, house, where we at
It's the bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this shit is
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 through to squeeze
Some town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I fuck the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Denver that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at job
I got some by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure official
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
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' 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, Draws from
Get your ass dope fiend, in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] Santana
Roc from Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my little nigga I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, brackin'?

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

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

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