Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass
Think you from LA cause you listen to Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the raps
We go back like flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never been to a day
You know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You never been on dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your
Me and my brother used to dip in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got 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 back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had fifty for an
And I had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking with the homies, My G weed from [?]
My nigga from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray active
And the Cedars ain't no passes, why we asking?

How you gon bang if you really from LA
We spray your gang up on the
me
And how you gon' fade if you don't 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?" can't hear you
Flag on the left side you a Blood
Blue rag on the right calling niggas cuz
to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my in the pen beating on they chest like

I need some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I got my commissary yet
I the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fucking to the neck

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies know I choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my niggas really get it
Tree top niggas the hoovers in Bompton
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 know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block through to squeeze
Some outta town disrespecting
I see why Knight 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 some by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit
Big [?] and [?] both got
Both locked up for life, so if I hit the pen
I got a squad, yeah I'm on that gangsta shit
run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, 300 crips
My nigga from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend, in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our
And for my little 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 street and scoop this 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, dope trial
West side, 'em off [?] avenue
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 chop
Boy, dollars only thing sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in 4 Bent

How you gon if you really 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 bang at all