Luyện nghe bài hát Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)

It's an uptown nigga
From the 3 to the

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

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

I represent, real ass fa sho
the Mac to the Melph 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 of those areas
Or six people will carry ya, niggas 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 back nigga feel me
Here's the deal, gotta keep it real
holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill

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

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

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the
And the clique I'm in nigga 2, 2, 6
I it real for the real
So the real could feel what I 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 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 Baby G. even

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

I'm till I die, think I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' 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 waitin' on yo fuckin'
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo picture

Once again it's me representin', comin' straight from the
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 see how fast I show we ain't hoes

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

Is you
To come in the water 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 real slip on tha banana get killed
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done ya
I'll it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja

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

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

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