Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

Right now my mad
Everybody make it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the
this shit so sad
Caught him with his kids still took he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but know where it's at

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

now my city mad
Everybody tryna 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
Caught him his kids still took what he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know where at

Yeah, off the dribble, shot at meechy
Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly,
I'm a when it get greasy
the yadadamean? that's for sheezy
Ha? mad about the YG collab
If funky it's funky
So when you see me stacked
hard and fall asleep in the trap
Tryna put my niggas on but we gon' leave it at
Pull luck, come fuck with the
If brain-dead that's considered a body
jaypay, niggas is Charlie
If I told you that I got him, I got him, ain't nothin'
Patrolling the circumference since a
It's embedded in me, I'm baby I love it
I've some shit that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm kissing the way I can function

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

It's murder murder had to about this four-hundred
Chaos dead, so my real nigga's been 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 shit is sad, these bitch niggas it
Snitch niggas faking it, us real niggas is this way
Bomb this shit, go ham I'm talking I don't feel this
Wild, robbed the stash, on my I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm Slim to get it yeah
Fuck niggas, got no love for y'all niggas
mind, ain't no trust with y'all niggas
I fall back, get to at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't look
Four-hundred the block
And this Bompton nigga
I never stop,