Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my 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
tryna get it but don't know where it's at

All the gone hate me
But chump better out for that KO and that lean
Y'all better watch out for them fake
If that damn M-30 ain't up they ain't true
The mad 'cause everybody ain't got it
You do what you when you poppin'
But ain't poppin
I'm like the one out the city dropping
So they gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an
And I know niggas that
I got this far I supposed to make it
Moving a boss with niggas I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to that
Known fact, don't get 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
keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn 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

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred at meechy
Yeah I'm hundred shells on the weekly, easy
I'm a sleazeball when it get
Kick the yadadamean? that's for
Ha? Niggas mad about the YG
If funky it's funky
So when you see me it's
Grind hard and fall in the trap
Tryna put my on but we gon' leave it at that
Pull luck, come fuck with the
If blood brain-dead considered a body
Paypal jaypay, niggas is
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 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 tryna make it, have my doing bad
I got get this cash
Gotta keep a mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
Caught him with his kids still what he had
Right now my mad
Everybody get it but don't know where it's at

It's murder murder had to talk about four-hundred
Chaos been dead, so my real been mad
tapped it off, been gettin' this cash
Down for whatever so this rapping shit my
Wiggle off, really slide when it's war
All my life was in that pen take store nigga
Damn this shit is sad, these niggas making it
Snitch niggas faking it, us real is paving this way
Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I 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 Slim to get it yeah
Fuck y'all niggas, got no for y'all niggas
Clear mind, ain't no with y'all niggas
I back, get to bust at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't look
Four-hundred the block
And Bompton shit nigga
I never stop,