Luyện nghe bài hát Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)

It's an thang nigga
the 3 to the 13th

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

Music non-stoppin', p-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin'
You we gets busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy fuck 'wit us, 'cuz Cash Money is the shit

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

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

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

in effect, six co fa sho
My girl 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
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin'

I represent to the fullest, the shit
And the clique I'm in with 2, 2, 6
I keep it real for the
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
Commence upon the drama that I present

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

You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out CP3
Calliope, of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
St. got that 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 wit U.G.K. smokin' fry
Them Riders, you run up, I told 'ja I let 'em hang
Bang or get banged nigga it's an thang

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

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

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

So stay on side of the field
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' wit' S.T.P.
So what's happenin'? I'm wit' that 1, 2, 3
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' that 17
understood that I'll die for that wild 13

So keep it real, I'm chillin' that 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 thang

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