Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

Right now my mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta keep a mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
Caught him with his kids took what he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but know where it's at

All the gone hate me
But better watch out for that KO and that lean
Y'all better watch out for them blues
If damn M-30 ain't dotted up they 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, ain't got an option
And I niggas hate that
I got this far I wasn't to make it
Moving like a boss with I knew from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to that
Known fact, don't get without the ham
'Cause leave your body shots on Instagram
The nineteen-nineties all the Crips was
But now the got it

Right now my mad
tryna make it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the
Goddamn this so sad
Caught him with his kids still what he had
Right now my mad
Everybody tryna get it but know where it's at

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

now my city mad
Everybody make it, have my homies doing bad
I got get this cash
Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta 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

murder murder had to talk about this four-hundred
Chaos been dead, so my real nigga's 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 store nigga
Damn shit is sad, these bitch niggas making it
niggas faking it, us real niggas 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
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, ain't no trust with niggas
I fall back, get to at y'all niggas
I get paper, can't look back
Four-hundred the block
And Bompton shit nigga
I never stop,