Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

Lord me father
Protect me from all all evil all together
Culver Bloods

now my city mad
Everybody tryna it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get cash
Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the
Goddamn this 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

All the gone hate me
But chump watch out for that KO and that lean
Y'all better watch out for fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up they true
The mad 'cause everybody ain't got it
You do what you want when you
But ain't poppin
I'm like the one out the city dropping
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
like 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 leave your body shots on Instagram
The nineteen-nineties all the was poppin'
But now the got it

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

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at
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 about the YG
If it's funky it's
So you see me it's stacked
Grind hard and fall in the trap
Tryna put my niggas on but we gon' leave it at
Pull luck, come fuck with the
If blood brain-dead 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 some shit that you couldn't
The substance I'm kissing the only way I can function

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

It's murder had to talk about this four-hundred
Chaos been dead, so my real been mad
Been tapped it off, been this cash
Down for so this rapping shit my back
Wiggle off, really slide 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 it, us real niggas is paving this way
Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't feel
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 poppin'
Fuck y'all niggas, got no for y'all niggas
Clear mind, no trust with y'all niggas
I fall back, get to bust at niggas
I get this paper, look back
Four-hundred from the
And this Bompton shit
I never stop,