Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, who's not, I been the 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 nuttin' changed but my limp
Natural born player, not a lame or a skimp
The world is mine, you see my on a blimp

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my
While I'm I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette

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

I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that boy
city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you 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 from a then put in in the air
with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

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 Killa Cali 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 stomach your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, ass naked

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

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

I'm like them nigs that come through "Early"
Through your front 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

Nigga you got a 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 jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
A miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the cash

And bitches this in they 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 hotel suite, wanna follow me up

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

I'm on get dough shit
That War [unverified] pimpin' that ho shit
In Cali smokin' 'dro shit
I still push scale, and china white
A nigga 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 then put in in the air
Play Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers