Luyện nghe bài hát Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)

It's an thang nigga
From the 3 to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

raps, is worth a mil
You get killed if you get up with me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown it you experience
upon the drama that I present clown

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

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

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

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

Once it's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash B.G.
you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, slip see how fast 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, that you
Well, keep ya head up or busta man slaughter

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

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

So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' that S.T.P.
So what's happenin'? I'm wit' that 1, 2, 3
So what's happenin'? I'm wit' that 17
It's understood 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 crew
I smoke put a little dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown

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