Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass
Think you from LA you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my Kurupt had the battle raps
We go like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never been to a day
You know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't been on dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red wrapped 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 pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked he missed me
Now I'm to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it all day
Smoking with the homies, My nigga G weed [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray active
And the Cedars giving 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' if you really don't know 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 the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't you
Flag on the side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the side calling niggas cuz
Bout to get your mark ass chalked out on the
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they chest

Said I some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my yet
I said the motherfucker try to steal 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, handguns and
Not unless my niggas get it popping
Tree top niggas like the in Bompton
Big booty psycho, 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 know the business, shit is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, fuck it, out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang
You don't know the put ons and DPs
out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
(Can't about the Mexicans)
And I with the villains 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 Weiner
out with 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 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 6-0, [?] from Santana
Roc from Blocc, we tied our bandanas
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 Athens
down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop this Problem up, Blood

What, green 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, dope trial
West side, ride 'em off [?]
Go at us, now your shirt wet as Lake
Pop pop diggity drop drop, in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

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