Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old pussy ass mark, ass buster
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
you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, was a good day
You never 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, it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the
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, still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we

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

Murder was the case that gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they 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
rag on the right side calling niggas cuz
Bout to get your ass chalked out on the West
This for all my 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 steal a
He gon' get a pencil to the neck

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies I shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not my niggas really get it popping
Tree top niggas like the hoovers in
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 gang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies the business, this shit is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, fuck it, shoot out and it
So my mama awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming to squeeze
Some outta town disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
(Can't forget the Mexicans)
And I fuck the villains and the swans on God

On God
I got niggas from Denver that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at job
I got looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making shit official
Big [?] and [?] got stripes
locked 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 think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in
Hop 6-0, [?] from Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our
And for my little nigga Frog I gotta stay
Blood in, out, what's brackin'?

R.I.P OG TC
to my big homie Bomb from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 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', 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 wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the shop
Boy, only thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

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