Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
Think you from LA you listen to some Mustard
is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the
you ain't never been to a hood day
You know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been on off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga
Out a strap, said 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the
Pick up a sack, had for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it all day
Smoking with the homies, My G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still
And the Cedars ain't no passes, why we asking?

How you gon bang if you ain't 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 don't bang at all

Murder was the case that they Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a gang bang
Red round the rear-view
"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
to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on chest like

I need some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my yet
I the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fucking to the neck

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies know I choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my really get it popping
top niggas like the hoovers in Bompton
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, we at
It's the bang capital, 2 T's capitals
know the business, this shit is factual
Papa hate it, fuck 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 coming through to squeeze
Some outta town disrespecting
I see why Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the and the swans on God

On God
I got from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit
Big [?] and [?] got stripes
locked up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell I'm on that gangsta shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in
Hop from 6-0, [?] from
Roc Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my nigga Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's

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

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, devil in disguise, dope trial
West side, 'em off [?] avenue
Go at us, now your shirt wet as Lake
Pop pop diggity drop drop, in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop
Boy, dollars only make sense
Fo' to the duece, in peace 4 Bent

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