Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

Lord help me
Protect me all enemies all evil all together
Culver Bloods

now my city mad
Everybody make it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this
keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
Caught him with his kids still took he had
Right now my mad
Everybody get it but don't know where it's at

All the gone hate me
But chump better watch out for that KO and lean
better watch out for them fake blues
If damn M-30 ain't dotted up they ain't true
The city mad 'cause ain't got it
You do what you when you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the only one out the city
So they gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an
And I niggas hate that
I got this far I supposed to make it
Moving like a boss with niggas I knew from way
Gun, K-four, check, I got to take that
Known fact, don't get without the ham
'Cause they'll leave your body shots on
The all the Crips was poppin'
But now the got it

Right now my mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad
I got get this cash
Gotta keep a mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn shit so sad
him with his kids still took what he had
Right now my mad
tryna get it but don't know where it's at

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at
Yeah I'm doing hundred on the weekly, easy
I'm a sleazeball when it get
Kick the yadadamean? that's for
Ha? Niggas mad about the YG
If it's funky funky
So when you see me it's
Grind hard and fall in the trap
put my niggas on but we gon' leave it at that
Pull luck, come with the Mozzy
If blood brain-dead that's a body
Paypal jaypay, is Charlie
If I told you I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin'
Patrolling the circumference a youngin'
It's embedded in me, I'm baby I love it
I've witnessed some shit that you couldn't
The substance that I'm the only way I can function

now my city mad
Everybody make it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta keep a clear mind, keep one in the stash
Goddamn shit so sad
him with his kids still took what he had
Right now my mad
tryna get it but don't know where it's at

It's murder had to talk about this four-hundred
Chaos been dead, so my real nigga's mad
Been tapped it off, been gettin' cash
Down for whatever so this rapping my back
Wiggle off, really slide when war nigga
All my life was in that pen that store nigga
Damn this is sad, these bitch niggas making it
Snitch niggas faking it, us real niggas is paving way
Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm I don't feel this
Wild, robbed the stash, on my I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, bit, 'bout my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm Slim to get it poppin'
Fuck niggas, got no love for y'all niggas
Clear mind, ain't no trust with niggas
I fall back, get to bust at y'all
I get this paper, can't look
Four-hundred from the
And this shit nigga
I stop, four-block