Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

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

All the gone hate me
But chump better watch out for that KO and that
Y'all better out for them fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't up they ain't true
The mad 'cause everybody ain't got it
You do you want when you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the only one out the dropping
So gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an option
And I niggas hate that
I got this far I supposed to make it
Moving like a boss niggas I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to take
Known fact, don't get caught 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 make it, have my homies bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
Caught him his kids still took what he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know it's at

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred at meechy
Yeah I'm doing hundred on the weekly, easy
I'm a when it get greasy
Kick the that's for sheezy
Ha? Niggas mad the YG collab
If it's funky funky
So when you see me stacked
Grind hard and asleep in the trap
Tryna put my on but we gon' leave it at that
Pull luck, come fuck with the
If blood that's considered a body
Paypal jaypay, niggas is
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 thuggin' I love it
I've witnessed some shit you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm the only way I can function

now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad
Damn I got get cash
Gotta keep a clear mind, 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

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