Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to Mustard
This is Battlecat, my Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the
Nigga you ain't never been to a day
You don't know Ice Cube, 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, it's 6-0, I ducked 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 for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it all day
Smoking the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park stay
Fo' line, deuce line, still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we

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

Murder was the that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a gang bang
Red round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't you
Flag on the left side you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling 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 on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my yet
I said the next try to steal 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 my niggas really get it popping
Tree top niggas like the hoovers in
Big booty psycho, fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and 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 cause her son be gang banging
You don't about the put ons and DPs
out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta town disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
(Can't about 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 you at your job
I got some looters by the Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making shit official
Big [?] and [?] got stripes
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 even
I get you by the grapes, nigga 300 crips
My nigga Magic Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get ass dope 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
in, Blood out, what's brackin'?

R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bomb Athens
down Bentral 'bout to bust 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, dope trial
side, ride 'em off [?] avenue
Go at us, now shirt 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 make 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 really know the dance
I see you don't bang at all