Luyện nghe bài hát Killafornia

Living in the of the Scandalous
Shisty motherfuckers can't trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust me that's
Niggas want a piece of the pie, off and die

Jealous, envious fools want to rush
Loco, trooping ass with the cash, shit
just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five places to get

Send out invitation to the party of your elimination
I got peeps play for keeps
Now I'm your ass down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be

But I got the for the shot calling
I strings, the don king
Only in
Then I hustle, and flex my

Yeah, man, I've been out
Running for eight years
I I'm getting tired of standing
On this

Nigga, I a fat pad, and fly ass pool
Finest motherfucking bitches,
And all that shit, if I got to it
From a

Shit, let him run for me
I can work for myself, have to
Work for
be my own hustler

Where can I roam to get my on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the clips
Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking

Now, who you gonna Who can you trust?
I don't know, but if you coming on my
I I'm gonna bust
You can't us, devious, dangerous

mentality, insanity
I move weight, state to state
All the niggas weights
Can you

Damn, up? I see you
Pushing that big weight
I told you, I wasn't
You coming up,

When I seen you or four
ago I told you
Got for a man now
Handle shit

can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all long
Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on

Who can I
Who can you
Not that motherfucker
In the Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man came up a bit
It feels good having money in the
that nine to five bullshit, right?
Yeah, kick that to the curb

But you got to look out for the scandalous
'Cuz niggas is than a motherfucker
Yeah, but motherfuckers got to out for us too
You know I'm saying
I'm just as as a nigga

Shit, set me up and are gonna die
You get set up back, we ain't having that bullshit
I got back, you got mine, that goes without saying
and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
Oh get the out of here, stay, bust out man