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 clear with blue tops
And it's still nothin' for me to get you

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

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

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

I can teach you how to boy, and pop that trunk boy
city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and mean 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 with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

Nigga you got a then 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

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

I'm this for easy, like it or not
I even be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a dropped
I this shit, I work 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'
'The 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 Philly that come through "Early"
Through your door without knockin' like Mr. Furley
just me, you and the semi "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. Bun B

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
with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I rock jewels, cop tools, I 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
say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But still love 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 left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West back

I'm on that get shit
Frank War [unverified] pimpin' that 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 to fight

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 Cali if you want, muh'fuckers