Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to some
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle
We go back like four flats on the
you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been on dropped off in the
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 sixties, I bombed 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 gotta stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had fifty for an
And I had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking the homies, My nigga G weed from [?]
My nigga from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray active
And the Cedars giving 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 really don't the dance
I see you really don't at all

Murder was the case that they Game
Cops on the cause they 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 right calling niggas cuz
Bout to get mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen on they chest like

Said I some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my yet
I the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a 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 really get it
top niggas 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, this is factual
Papa Smalls it, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang
You don't about the put ons and DPs
out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta town niggas
I see why Suge and Big U was arrested
(Can't about 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 by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making shit official
Big [?] and [?] got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I 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 don't even
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300
My Magic from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, [?] from
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta active
Blood in, Blood out, what's

R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bomb from
Ridin' down Bentral to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop 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, in disguise, free dope 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, stashed the Glock, it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

How you gon bang if you really ain't 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 don't at all