Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass
Think you from LA cause you to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga had the battle raps
We go like four flats on the Cadillac
you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a day
You never been on dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got 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 to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga stop in the swanson
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 from Athens Park stay
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we

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

Murder was the case that they Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a nigga gang
Red bandana the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas hear you
on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling cuz
Bout to get 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 gon' get a fucking to the neck

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies know I shoot choppers, and Tecs
Not my niggas really get it popping
top niggas like the hoovers in Bompton
Big booty psycho, fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
and Miss Lisa, house, where we at
It's the gang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies the business, this shit is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, fuck it, out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang
You know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the coming through to squeeze
Some outta town disrespecting
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget the Mexicans)
And I with the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at job
I got looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big [?] and [?] got stripes
locked 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 think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't trip
I get you by the grapes, nigga 300 crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in
Hop 6-0, [?] from Santana
Roc from Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta active
in, Blood out, what's brackin'?

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

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, in disguise, free dope trial
West side, 'em off [?] avenue
Go at us, now your 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 make
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

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