Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass
Think you from LA cause you listen to some
This is Battlecat, my nigga had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the
you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, was a good day
You never been on dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around knuckles
Me and my brother to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the pulled
Out a strap, said 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta in the swanson
up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I had fifty, made it last all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray active
And the ain't giving no passes, why we asking?

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

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

Said I some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to a cigarette
He gon' get a pencil to the neck

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
know I shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my niggas really get it
Tree top niggas like the hoovers in
Big booty psycho, fo' get wet
Q-Ball, wolf, TK, big back
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, we at
the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this shit is
Smalls hate it, fuck 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 Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget 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 that'll you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner
Hanging out the pistols, making sure shit official
Big [?] and [?] got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I hit the pen
I got a squad, hell I'm on that gangsta 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 from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] from
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta active
Blood in, Blood out, what's

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

What, light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no
Oh my, did it on my own, no
45, devil in disguise, free trial
West side, 'em off [?] avenue
Go at us, now your wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a
off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

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 don't know the dance
I see you really don't at all