Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my 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 took he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know where at

All the finessers hate me
But chump better watch out for KO and that lean
better watch out for them fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't 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, they got an option
And I know niggas 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 they'll leave your shots on Instagram
The nineteen-nineties all the was poppin'
But now the got it

now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my doing bad
Damn I got get this
keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn shit so sad
Caught him with his kids still took 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 shells on the weekly, easy
I'm a when it get greasy
Kick the yadadamean? that's for
Ha? mad about the YG collab
If it's funky it's
So you see me it's stacked
Grind hard and fall asleep in the
Tryna put my niggas on but we gon' it at that
Pull luck, come fuck the Mozzy
If blood brain-dead that's considered a
jaypay, niggas is Charlie
If I told you that I got him, I got him, shit nothin'
Patrolling the since a youngin'
embedded in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it
I've witnessed some that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm kissing the way I can function

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

It's murder had to talk about this four-hundred
Chaos been dead, so my real nigga's mad
tapped it off, been gettin' this cash
Down for whatever so this rapping shit my
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 niggas it
Snitch niggas faking it, us real niggas is paving way
Bomb shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't feel this
Wild, the stash, on my daughter I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, bit, 'bout my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm Slim to get it yeah
Fuck niggas, got no love for y'all niggas
Clear mind, no trust with y'all niggas
I fall back, get to at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't look
from the block
And Bompton shit nigga
I stop, four-block