Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

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

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

All the finessers hate me
But better watch out for that KO and that lean
Y'all better watch out for fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up they true
The city mad 'cause everybody got it
You do what you when you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the one out the city dropping
So they gotta fuck me, they ain't got an option
And I know niggas that
I got this far I supposed to make it
like 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 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 homies bad
Damn I got get cash
Gotta keep a clear mind, keep one in the stash
this shit so sad
Caught him his kids still took what he had
Right now my mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know where at

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred at meechy
Yeah I'm hundred shells on the weekly, easy
I'm a sleazeball it get greasy
Kick the that's for sheezy
Ha? Niggas mad about the YG
If funky it's funky
So when you see me it's
Grind hard and fall asleep in the
Tryna put my niggas on but we leave it at that
Pull luck, come fuck with the
If blood brain-dead considered a body
jaypay, niggas is Charlie
If I told you I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin'
the circumference since a youngin'
It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' I love it
I've witnessed some 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
I got get this cash
Gotta a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
him with his kids still took what he had
Right now my mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know it's at

It's murder murder had to talk about this
been dead, so my real nigga's been mad
Been tapped it off, been gettin' this
Down for whatever so rapping shit my back
Wiggle off, really slide when it's war
All my life was in pen take that store nigga
this shit is sad, these bitch niggas making it
Snitch niggas faking it, us niggas is paving this way
Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I don't this
Wild, the stash, on my daughter I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my money I 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 at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't back
Four-hundred from the
And Bompton shit nigga
I stop, four-block