Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

Lord help me
Protect me all enemies all evil all together
Culver Bloods

Right now my mad
Everybody tryna make it, my homies doing bad
I got get this cash
Gotta keep a mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn shit 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

All the finessers hate me
But chump watch out for that KO and that lean
Y'all better out for them fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up ain't true
The city mad 'cause everybody got it
You do you want when you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the only one out the dropping
So they gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an
And I know niggas hate
I got this far I wasn't supposed to it
Moving like a boss with niggas I knew 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 nineteen-nineties all the Crips was
But now the got it

Right now my mad
Everybody tryna make it, my homies doing bad
Damn I got get cash
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 get it but don't know where it's at

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred at meechy
Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly,
I'm a sleazeball it get greasy
Kick the yadadamean? that's for
Ha? Niggas mad 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 with the Mozzy
If blood that's considered a body
jaypay, niggas is Charlie
If I told you that I got him, I got him, shit nothin'
the circumference since a youngin'
It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' I love it
I've some shit that you couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm the only way I can function

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

It's murder murder had to about this four-hundred
been dead, so my real nigga's been mad
Been it off, been gettin' this cash
Down for whatever so this shit my back
Wiggle off, really when it's war nigga
All my life was in that pen that store nigga
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, my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm to get it poppin' 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 paper, can't look back
from the block
And this shit nigga
I never stop,