Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, not, I been the hottest thing
On the west, ever the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in capsules 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 nuttin' but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a lame or a
The world is mine, you see my name on a

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the now
Youse a donkey, piranha clown
I thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
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, young S The Beatles
Purple haze in the urr, blow in the wind
The right there when I stop they still go and they spin

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

you got a blunt 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,

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 with Killa Cali if you want,

I ain't got no time for ones, so don't think for a second
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, ass naked

I'm this for easy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a
I this 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'
'The Source', I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 clip
And she love out wit'chu girlie's

I'm like them Philly 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

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 will not
A million miles a is how my block moves
I stay in the lane, never fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the for the cash Mayne

And bitches play this in Benz's, Jeeps and G.O.'s
say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But still 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 then you gotta pay this a fee
And no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to the West coast back

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

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
with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers