Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga had the battle raps
We go back four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, 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 used to dip 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 stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it all day
with the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga from 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 really from LA
We spray your gang up on the
me
And how you gon' fade if you really know the dance
I see you don't bang at all

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

Said I need some pussy on my wall
And I got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to a cigarette
He get a fucking pencil 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 like 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 bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, shit 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 to squeeze
Some outta town niggas
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the villains and the on God

On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane that'll
I got esés that'll kill you at job
I got some by the Weiner Schnitzel
out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big [?] and [?] got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I hit the pen
I got a squad, hell I'm on that gangsta shit
run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't even
I get you chased by the grapes, 300 crips
My nigga from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frog I stay active
in, Blood out, what's brackin'?

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

What, light and yeah it's 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 your wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop, hopped in a hotbox
off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

How you gon bang if you really ain't LA
We spray gang up on the wall
me
And how you gon' fade if you really know the dance
I see you really don't at all