Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA you listen to some Mustard
is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't been to a hood day
You don't Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been on off in the jungles
Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my used to dip down 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 then he me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still
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' fade if you don't know the dance
I see you really don't at all

Murder was the case that they gave
Cops on the colors cause they a nigga gang bang
Red round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" can't hear you
on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side niggas cuz
Bout to get your mark ass chalked out on the
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 the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a pencil to the neck

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies know I choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not my niggas really 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 bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies the business, this shit is factual
Papa hate it, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't know the put ons and DPs
out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the and the swans on God

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

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

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

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