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 back like flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never been to a day
You know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You never been on dropped off in the jungles
Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga
Out a strap, it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to
I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had fifty for an
And I had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, still active
And the Cedars ain't 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 gon' fade if you really don't know the
I see you really bang at all

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

Said I some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my 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
Tree top niggas the hoovers in Bompton
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
and Miss Lisa, house, where we at
It's the bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, shit is factual
Papa Smalls 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 coming through to squeeze
Some town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the villains and the 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
Hanging out the pistols, making sure 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
run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, don't even trip
I get you by the grapes, nigga 300 crips
My nigga from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get ass dope fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our
And for my nigga Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, brackin'?

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

What, green light and yeah 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
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, in peace 4 Bent

How you gon bang if you really ain't 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