Luyện nghe bài hát Up On The Wall

Old ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you LA cause you listen to some Mustard
is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the
Nigga you ain't never to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, was a good day
You ain't been on dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to
Before I hit the hood, a nigga stop in the swanson
Pick up a sack, had for an eighth
And I only had fifty, it last all day
Smoking with the homies, My nigga G weed [?]
My Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we

How you gon if you really ain't from LA
We spray your up on the wall
me
And how you gon' if you really don't know the dance
I see you don't bang at all

Murder was the case that gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they a nigga gang bang
Red bandana round the
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't you
Flag on the left side you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling cuz
Bout to get mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they chest

Said I need some pussy on my wall
And I ain't got my yet
I said the motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a pencil to the neck

on the set
Ooh, I'm a top rep, all the
Homies I shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my really get it popping
Tree top niggas like the hoovers in
Big booty psycho, fo' get wet
Q-Ball, wolf, TK, big back
YZ [?] three, two
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, we at
It's the bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies the business, this shit is factual
Papa Smalls it, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be banging
You don't about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the coming through to squeeze
Some outta town niggas
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was
(Can't forget the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the villains and the on God

On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane that'll
I got esés kill you at your job
I got looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making shit official
Big [?] and [?] both got
Both up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell yeah I'm on that shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in
Hop from 6-0, [?] Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we our bandanas
And for my nigga Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, out, what's brackin'?

R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big Bomb from Athens
down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru and scoop this nigga Problem up, Blood

What, light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no
45, devil in disguise, free trial
West side, 'em off [?] avenue
Go at us, now shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the shop
Boy, dollars only thing sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4

How you gon bang if you really ain't LA
We spray your gang up on the
me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the
I see you really don't at all