Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga you got a then 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 Cali if you want,

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 got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put stomach 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 Wright wouldn't a dropped
I love this shit, I and I'm good
I ain't on corner but I'm still in the hood

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

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

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 Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

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

And bitches play this in they Benz's, and G.O.'s
They say I'm and got a big ego
But they love to swallow me up
And hotel suite, they 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 let's 'gnac
Sky and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back

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

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 with Killa if you want, muh'fuckers