Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to some
is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never been to a day
You know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never on dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped your knuckles
Me and my brother to dip down in 'Shaw
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
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, it last all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga Hooter Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we

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 the dance
I see you really don't 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 side claiming you a Blood
rag on the right side calling niggas cuz
Bout to get your ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on chest like

Said I need some on my motherfucking wall
And I got my commissary yet
I said the motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
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 unless my niggas get it popping
Tree top niggas the hoovers in Bompton
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 know the business, this shit is
Papa Smalls hate it, fuck it, shoot out and it
So my mama stay awake her son be gang banging
You don't about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the coming through to squeeze
Some outta niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I with the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane ride
I got esés kill you at your job
I got some by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making shit official
Big [?] and [?] both got
locked 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 even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, 300 crips
My Magic from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] from
Roc from 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 Piru street and scoop this 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, in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off [?]
Go at us, now your wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the 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 your gang up on the
me
And how you gon' fade if you don't know the dance
I see you really don't at all