Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

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

All the finessers gone me
But chump better watch out for KO and that lean
Y'all better watch out for them blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up ain't true
The city mad 'cause everybody got it
You do what you want when you
But everybody ain't
I'm like the only one out the city
So they gotta fuck with me, they got an option
And I niggas hate that
I got this far I wasn't supposed to it
Moving a boss with niggas I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to take
fact, don't get caught without the ham
'Cause they'll your body 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 cash
Gotta keep a mind, gotta keep one in the stash
this shit so sad
Caught him his kids still took what he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't where it's at

Yeah, off the dribble, shot at meechy
Yeah I'm doing shells on the weekly, easy
I'm a sleazeball it get greasy
Kick the yadadamean? for sheezy
Ha? Niggas mad the YG collab
If it's it's funky
So you see me it's stacked
Grind hard and fall in the trap
Tryna put my niggas on but we gon' it at that
Pull luck, come fuck with the
If blood brain-dead that's considered a
Paypal jaypay, 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 thuggin' baby I it
witnessed some shit that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm kissing the way I can function

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

murder murder had to talk about this four-hundred
Chaos been dead, so my real nigga's mad
tapped it off, been gettin' this cash
Down for whatever so this rapping my back
off, really slide when it's war nigga
All my life was in that pen take store nigga
Damn this shit is sad, these bitch niggas it
Snitch niggas faking it, us niggas is paving this way
Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't feel
Wild, the stash, on my daughter I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, bit, 'bout 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, no trust with y'all niggas
I fall back, get to at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't back
Four-hundred the block
And this Bompton nigga
I stop, four-block