Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass
Think you LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle
We go back like flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never to a hood 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 around knuckles
Me and my used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga stop in the swanson
up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it all day
Smoking with the homies, My nigga G from [?]
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still
And the Cedars giving no passes, why we asking?

How you gon if you really ain't from 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

Murder was the case 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
on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the side calling niggas cuz
to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they chest

Said I need some pussy on my 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, and Tecs
Not unless my niggas really get it
top niggas like the hoovers in Bompton
Big psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, we at
It's the bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this shit is
Papa Smalls hate it, it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang
You know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the coming through to squeeze
outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
(Can't forget the Mexicans)
And I with the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane ride
I got that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit
Big [?] and [?] both got
Both up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, yeah I'm on that gangsta shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' think slick
Hub in the dub, nigga even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300
My nigga from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get ass dope fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop 6-0, [?] from Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta stay
Blood in, Blood out, brackin'?

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

What, green and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', 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 shirt wet as Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the shop
Boy, dollars only make sense
Fo' to the duece, in peace 4 Bent

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 really bang at all