Luyện nghe bài hát Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)

It's an uptown thang
From the 3 to the

As I proceed to hit the weed
I be givin' you what you need
To bob head, 'cuz I know you likes to bob it
and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'

Music that's non-stoppin', p-poppin' for the
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga opthimals
You know we gets busy Uptown is the
Big Boy can't fuck 'wit us, 'cuz Cash is the shit

I represent, ass niggas fa sho
From the Mac to the to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in
Bout green can't about Josephine

Know what I mean? Don't get in none of those areas
Or six people carry ya, niggas will bury ya
Bitch, I you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you me find me

In the U.P.T., the 2, 2, 3
Ready to bust back feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy to kill

in effect, six co fa sho
My Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
I'ma let my nutts hang, or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown pussy

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the quicker
They got a waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha up the guard quicker
got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

I to the fullest, Uptown's the shit
And the clique I'm in with 2, 2, 6
I keep it for the real
So the real feel what I feel about my grill

Them raps, is a mil
You get killed if you get caught up me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown brings it you
Commence upon the drama that I present

I'm uncomfortable, if in a that's not Uptown
Get down with all huntin', my trigga finga glad
To around the K and put some fire on that ass
My nigga Yella bad but G. even worse

You in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out CP3
Calliope, home of that dope, U.P.T.
St. got that torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered just do it a Worldwide

I'm high till I die, I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told 'ja I let 'em
or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard
They got a waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

Once again me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., me, the Cash money B.G.
Lettin' you make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how I show we ain't hoes

So recognize, I keep it real, for my
Most who feel us is real Uptown niggas
You figure, because I'm younger, you harder
Well, keep ya head up or busta it's man

Is you
To come swim in the with the sharks
In the dark? You not I can see it in your heart
a hoe

So stay on your side of the
On tha real on tha banana peel get killed
Stop playin', I start sprayin' I done told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a solja

So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' that S.T.P.
So what's I'm fuckin' wit' that 1, 2, 3
So what's happenin'? I'm wit' that 17
It's that I'll die for that wild 13

So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit' World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit' that 11th ward
I smoke weed put a little and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm to tell ya it's an Uptown thang

got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a waitin' on yo fuckin' picture