Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

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

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

Stay Dolce down, play the Bahamas now
a donkey, I'ma piranha clown
I keep bread, in the pockets of my sweats
I'm drivin' I get head in the cockpit 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 still go and they spin

I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop trunk boy
Them 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 then 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 Killa Cali if you want,

Nigga you got a blunt 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 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 where your 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 wouldn't even be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a
I love this shit, I and I'm good
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm in the hood

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

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

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 Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I rock jewels, cop tools, I not lose
A million miles a minute is how my moves
I stay in the 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
They say I'm and got a big ego
But they still to swallow me up
And hotel suite, they wanna follow me up

But I ain't gon' put my 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 baller and 'bout to bring the West coast back

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

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
with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers