Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

Lord me father
Protect me from all enemies all all together
City Bloods

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
this shit so sad
Caught him his kids still took what he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know 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 fake
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 ain't
I'm like the one out the city dropping
So gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an option
And I know hate that
I got this far I wasn't supposed to it
Moving like a boss with I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got to take that
Known fact, 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 it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this
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 don't know where at

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at
Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly,
I'm a sleazeball when it get
Kick the that's for sheezy
Ha? mad about the YG collab
If funky it's funky
So you see me it's 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
jaypay, niggas is Charlie
If I you that I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin'
Patrolling the circumference a youngin'
embedded in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it
I've some 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 homies bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
Caught him with his kids still what he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know where at

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