Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

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

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

Right now my mad
tryna make 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
tryna get it but don't know where it's at

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at
Yeah I'm doing hundred on the weekly, easy
I'm a sleazeball it get greasy
Kick the that's for sheezy
Ha? mad about the YG collab
If it's it's funky
So when you see me stacked
hard and fall 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, is Charlie
If I told you that I got him, I got him, shit ain't
the circumference since a youngin'
It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' baby I it
I've witnessed shit that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm kissing the only way I can

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

It's murder had to talk 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 life was in pen take that store nigga
Damn this is sad, these bitch niggas making it
Snitch faking it, us real 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, 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 with y'all niggas
I fall back, get to at y'all niggas
I get this paper, look back
Four-hundred from the
And Bompton shit nigga
I stop, four-block