Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle
We go back like flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a day
You ain't never been on off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around knuckles
Me and my used to dip down in 'Shaw
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 ducked then he me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had for an eighth
And I only had fifty, it last all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter Athens Park stay brackin'
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 your gang up on the wall
me
And how you gon' if you really don't know the dance
I see you don't bang at all

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

Said I need some pussy on my wall
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
know I shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my really get it popping
Tree top like the hoovers in Bompton
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, wolf, TK, big back
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Lisa, house, where we at
the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, shit is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay cause her son be gang banging
You don't know the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming to squeeze
Some town niggas disrespecting
I see why Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the villains and the 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, making 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 gangsta
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300
My nigga Magic from Avalon, 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, out, what's brackin'?

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

What, green light and it's 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
side, ride 'em off [?] avenue
Go at us, now your shirt wet as Lake
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, 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 spray gang up on the wall
me
And how you fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't at all