Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

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 shit so sad
Caught him with his kids still what he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know it's at

All the finessers gone me
But chump better out for that KO and that lean
better watch 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 you want when you poppin'
But ain't poppin
I'm like the only one out the dropping
So they gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an
And I know niggas that
I got this far I supposed to make it
Moving a boss with niggas I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to that
Known fact, get caught without the ham
'Cause they'll leave your body shots on
The all the Crips was poppin'
But now the got it

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

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

Right now my mad
Everybody tryna it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get cash
keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
Caught him with his 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 been dead, so my nigga's been mad
Been tapped it off, been gettin' this
Down for whatever so this shit my back
off, really slide when it's war nigga
All my life was in that pen that store nigga
Damn this shit is sad, these bitch niggas it
niggas faking it, us real niggas is paving this way
Bomb this shit, go ham I'm talking I don't feel this
Wild, robbed the stash, on my I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my 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 with y'all niggas
I back, get to bust at y'all niggas
I get this paper, look back
from the block
And this shit nigga
I never stop,