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
my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
And still nothin' for me to get you shot

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

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the now
Youse a donkey, I'ma clown
I keep thick bread, in the 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 rims right there when I stop they still go and they

I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that boy
Them city slickers ain't been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and mean mug
Unless you wanna feel a few 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 if you want, muh'fuckers

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,

I ain't got no for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky 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 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 to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin'
Fuck 'The Source', I got my own man
I her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin' out wit'chu

I'm like them Philly nigs come through "Early"
Through your front door 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
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 rock jewels, cop tools, I not lose
A million miles a is how my block moves
I stay in the lane, never fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the Mayne

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

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

I'm on that get dough
Frank War [unverified] 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

you got a blunt 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
with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers