Luyện nghe bài hát Killafornia

Living in the city of the
Shisty can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust me who?
Niggas want a piece of the pie, off and die

Jealous, envious fools want to rush
Loco, ass nigga with the cash, shit
Motherfuckers just get your own, and mine alone
Forty-five to get done

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

But I got the balls for the calling
I pull strings, the don
Only in
Then I hustle, and my muscle

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

Nigga, I a fat pad, and fly ass pool
motherfucking bitches, jewels
And all shit, if I got to take it
a nigga

Shit, let him run for me
I can for myself, don't have to
Work for
be my own hustler

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

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

Criminal mentality,
I move weight, from state to
All the niggas moving
Can you

Damn, up? I see you
Pushing that big time
I told you, I bullshitting
You up, aight

I seen you three or four
Months ago I you
Got for a man now
Handle shit

Where can I 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 shady motherfucker
In the Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man up a little bit
It feels having money in the pocket
Fuck nine to five bullshit, right?
Yeah, that shit to the curb

But you got to look out for the scandalous
niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
Yeah, but got to look out for us too
You what I'm saying
I'm as shisty as a nigga

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