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 your head, 'cuz I know you to bob it
Back and to what that nigga Fresh droppin'

Music non-stoppin', p-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the smokin' opthimals
You know we busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy can't fuck 'wit us, 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 can't forget about Josephine

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm uncomfortable, if in a that's not Uptown
Get down all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
To wrap around the K and put fire on that ass
My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. 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 torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered niggas just do it a

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

got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt 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.
Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up 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
niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
You figure, I'm younger, that you harder
Well, keep ya head up or it's man slaughter

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

So stay on your of the field
On tha slip on tha banana peel get killed
Stop playin', before I start I done told ya
take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja

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

So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit' World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit' that 11th ward
I weed 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 up the guard quicker
got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo picture