Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, who's not, I been the thing
On the west, since the death of Tupac
my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
And it's still for me to get you shot

You see him? Yup, the same ol'
Sky baller and ain't changed but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a lame or a
The is mine, you see my name on a blimp

Stay Dolce down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma clown
I keep bread, in the pockets of my sweats
While I'm drivin' I get in the cockpit of my 'Vette

And my game is sharp as a needle
As far as the charts, S be's The Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, in the wind
The rims right there when I stop still go and they spin

I can you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers never been punks boy
So fix ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you wanna a few M-16 slugs

Nigga you got a blunt put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun put it in the air
Nigga you from a then put in in the air
Play with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun put it in the air
you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want,

I ain't got no time for fake ones, so think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, ass naked

I'm doin' for easy, like it or not
I wouldn't be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a dropped
I love shit, I work and I'm good
I on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood

I'm poised to go platinum, what the magazines sayin'
'The Source', I got my own magazines man
I her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love out wit'chu girlie's

I'm like them Philly nigs that come "Early"
Through front door without knockin' like Mr. Furley
It's just me, you and the "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. Bun B

you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun put it in the air
Nigga you a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want,

I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not
A miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin', chasin'
I'm in the for the cash Mayne

And bitches play this in Benz's, Jeeps and G.O.'s
They say I'm and got a big ego
But they still to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, they wanna me up

But I ain't put my dick in for free, nah ma
You want the kid then you gotta pay this a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so let's toast
Sky baller and Game 'bout to the West coast back

I'm on that get shit
That Frank War [unverified] pimpin' ho shit
In smokin' that 'dro shit
I still push fish scale, and china
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin' to

Nigga you got a then put it in the air
you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you a gang then put in in the air
Play Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers