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 of Tupac
Kept my crack in capsules with blue tops
And it's nothin' for me to get you shot

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

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

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

I can you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers ain't been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mug
you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs

Nigga you got a 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

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
Play with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't 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 this for easy, like it or not
I even be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a dropped
I love this shit, I and I'm good
I ain't on fuckers but I'm still in the hood

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

I'm like them Philly nigs that through "Early"
Through your front door without 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 from a then put in in the air
with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I rock jewels, cop tools, I not lose
A million miles a minute is how my moves
I in the fast lane, never fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the cash

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

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

I'm on that get dough
That War [unverified] pimpin' that ho shit
In Cali smokin' that shit
I still push scale, and china white
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I 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 with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers