Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
Think you from LA cause you to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four 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 wrapped your knuckles
Me and my brother 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 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 for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray active
And the Cedars giving no passes, why we asking?

How you gon bang if you really 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 really bang at all

Murder was the case that gave Game
on the colors cause they know a nigga gang bang
Red bandana round the
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas hear you
Flag on the left 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 niggas in the pen on they chest like

Said I need some on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my yet
I said the next motherfucker try to 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 booty psycho, fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, we at
It's the gang capital, 2 T's capitals
know the business, this shit is factual
Papa Smalls it, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the coming through to squeeze
Some outta town niggas
I see why Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget the Mexicans)
And I fuck the villains and the swans on God

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

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

What, light and yeah it's 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 dope
West side, ride 'em off [?]
Go at us, now shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop drop drop, hopped in a hotbox
off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

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