Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
Think you LA cause you listen to some Mustard
is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't been to a hood day
You don't 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 sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I then he missed me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga stop in the swanson
up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, it last all day
Smoking the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens stay brackin'
Fo' line, line, Bray still active
And the Cedars giving no passes, why we asking?

How you gon bang if you ain't from LA
We spray your 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

Murder was the that they gave Game
Cops on the colors they know a nigga gang bang
Red round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas hear you
Flag on the left side you a Blood
Blue rag on the side calling niggas cuz
to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen on they chest like

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

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies know I choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not my niggas really get it popping
Tree top niggas like the in Bompton
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, wolf, TK, big back
YZ [?] three, two
and Miss Lisa, house, where we at
It's the bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies the business, this shit is factual
Smalls hate it, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be banging
You don't know the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block through to squeeze
Some outta niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I fuck the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at job
I got some looters by the Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure 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 that shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' think slick
Hub in the dub, don't even trip
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, [?] Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our
And for my nigga Frog I gotta stay active
in, Blood out, what's brackin'?

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

What, green light and 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, ride 'em off [?]
Go at us, now your shirt wet as Havasu
Pop pop drop drop, hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in 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 the dance
I see you really bang at all