Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, who's not, I the hottest thing
On the west, ever since the death of
Kept my crack in capsules with blue tops
And it's nothin' for me to get you shot

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

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

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

I can you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mug
you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs

Nigga you got a blunt 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 still love to swallow me up
And every suite, they wanna follow me up

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

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

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