Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to Mustard
This is Battlecat, my Kurupt had the battle raps
We go like four 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 dropped off in the
Teared Khakis, red bandana around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in
at the Weiner 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
Before I hit the hood, a gotta stop in the swanson
up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking with the homies, My nigga G from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park stay
Fo' line, deuce line, still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we

How you gon if you really 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 bang at all

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

Said I some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I got my commissary 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, handguns and
Not unless my niggas really get it
Tree top niggas like the hoovers in
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Lisa, house, where we at
the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this is factual
Papa 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 coming through to
Some town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget the Mexicans)
And I with the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Lane that'll ride
I got that'll kill you at your job
I got looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out the pistols, making sure 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
run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't even
I get you by the grapes, nigga 300 crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
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, brackin'?

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

What, green light and yeah 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 Lake
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a
Smashed off, the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make
Fo' to the duece, rest in 4 Bent

How you gon bang if you really 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 bang at all