Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

Right now my mad
Everybody tryna it, have my homies doing bad
I got get this cash
Gotta keep a clear mind, 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 know where it's at

All the finessers gone me
But chump better watch out for that KO and lean
better watch out for them fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up ain't true
The city mad 'cause everybody got it
You do you want when you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the only one out the city
So they gotta fuck me, they ain't got an option
And I know niggas that
I got far I wasn't supposed to make it
Moving a boss with niggas I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got to take that
Known fact, don't get caught the ham
'Cause they'll your body shots on Instagram
The all the Crips was poppin'
But now the got it

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

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

Right now my mad
tryna make it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
this shit so sad
Caught him with his still took 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 nigga's mad
Been tapped it off, gettin' this cash
Down for whatever so rapping shit 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 making it
Snitch faking it, us real niggas is paving this way
Bomb shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't feel this
Wild, robbed the stash, on my I can get it
I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm Slim to get it yeah
y'all niggas, got no love for y'all niggas
Clear mind, no trust with y'all niggas
I fall back, get to at y'all niggas
I get paper, can't look back
from the block
And this Bompton nigga
I stop, four-block