Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

Lord me father
Protect me from all all evil all together
City Bloods

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

All the finessers gone me
But chump better watch out for that KO and lean
Y'all better watch out for them blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up they ain't
The city mad everybody ain't got it
You do what you when you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the only one out the dropping
So they gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an
And I know niggas hate
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 someone to that
fact, don't get caught without the ham
'Cause they'll leave your body on Instagram
The nineteen-nineties all the was poppin'
But now the got it

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

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at
Yeah I'm hundred shells on the weekly, easy
I'm a sleazeball when it get
Kick the yadadamean? that's for
Ha? mad about the YG collab
If it's funky it's
So when you see me it's
Grind hard and asleep 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 considered a
Paypal jaypay, is Charlie
If I told you I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin'
the circumference since a youngin'
It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' I love it
I've witnessed some that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm the only way I can function

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

It's murder murder had to about this four-hundred
been dead, so my real nigga's been mad
Been it off, been gettin' this cash
Down for whatever so rapping shit my back
Wiggle off, really slide when it's war
All my was in that pen take that store nigga
this shit is sad, these bitch niggas making it
Snitch niggas faking it, us niggas is paving this way
Bomb shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't feel this
Wild, the stash, on my daughter I can get it
I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm to get it poppin' yeah
Fuck y'all niggas, got no love for niggas
Clear mind, ain't no trust with niggas
I fall back, get to at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't back
from the block
And Bompton shit nigga
I never stop,