Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

Lord me father
me from all enemies all evil all together
Culver City

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 kids took what he had
Right now my mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know where at

All the gone hate me
But chump better out for that KO and that lean
Y'all better out for them fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up ain't true
The mad 'cause everybody ain't got it
You do what you want when you
But everybody poppin
I'm the only one out the city dropping
So they gotta with me, they ain't got an option
And I know niggas that
I got this far I supposed to make it
like 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 leave your body shots on
The nineteen-nineties all the Crips was
But now the got it

now my city mad
Everybody tryna it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get cash
Gotta a clear 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 know where it's at

Yeah, off the dribble, shot at meechy
Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly,
I'm a sleazeball when it get
Kick the yadadamean? for sheezy
Ha? Niggas mad about the YG
If it's funky funky
So when you see me stacked
Grind hard and asleep in the trap
put my niggas 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 nothin'
Patrolling the circumference since a
It's in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it
witnessed some shit that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm the only way I can function

Right now my mad
Everybody make it, have my homies doing bad
I got get this cash
Gotta keep a clear mind, keep one in the stash
Goddamn shit 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

It's murder murder had to talk this four-hundred
Chaos dead, so my real nigga's been mad
Been it off, been gettin' this cash
Down for whatever so this rapping shit my
Wiggle off, slide when it's war nigga
All my life was in that pen take store nigga
Damn shit 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 feel this
Wild, robbed the stash, on my I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm to get it poppin' yeah
Fuck niggas, got no love for y'all niggas
Clear mind, ain't no trust with y'all
I fall back, get to bust at y'all
I get this paper, look back
Four-hundred the block
And this Bompton nigga
I stop, four-block