Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

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

All the finessers hate me
But chump better watch out for that KO and that
Y'all watch out for them fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up ain't true
The city mad everybody ain't got it
You do what you want you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the one out the city dropping
So they gotta with me, they ain't got an option
And I know hate that
I got this far I supposed to make it
Moving like a boss niggas I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to take
fact, don't get caught without the ham
'Cause they'll your body shots on Instagram
The nineteen-nineties all the Crips was
But now the got it

Right now my mad
Everybody make it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta keep a clear mind, 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 don't know where at

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred at meechy
Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly,
I'm a when it get greasy
Kick the that's for sheezy
Ha? mad about the YG collab
If funky it's funky
So you see me it's stacked
Grind hard and asleep in the trap
put my niggas on but we gon' leave it at that
Pull luck, come with the Mozzy
If blood brain-dead 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 in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it
I've witnessed shit that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm kissing the way I can function

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

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