Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
you from LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the 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 dropped off in the
Teared Khakis, red bandana around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I then he missed me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the
Pick up a sack, had fifty for an
And I had fifty, made it last all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray active
And the Cedars ain't no passes, why we asking?

How you gon bang if you really ain't LA
We spray your gang up on the
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 a nigga gang bang
Red bandana the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't you
Flag on the side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side niggas cuz
to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my in the pen beating on they chest like

Said I need some pussy on my motherfucking
And I got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to steal a
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 really get it popping
Tree top niggas like the in Bompton
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Lisa, house, where we at
the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this is factual
Papa Smalls it, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang
You know about the put ons and DPs
out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I fuck the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got that'll kill you at your job
I got some by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, sure shit 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 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, 300 crips
My nigga Magic Avalon, Draws from 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 I gotta stay active
in, Blood out, what's brackin'?

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

What, green and yeah it's 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, free dope
West side, 'em off [?] avenue
Go at us, now your shirt wet as Lake
Pop pop diggity drop drop, in a hotbox
Smashed off, the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

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