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 capsules with blue
And it's nothin' for me to get you shot

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

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my
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, S be's The Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the
The rims right there when I they still go and they spin

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

Nigga you got a blunt put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun put it in the air
you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want,

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
Play with Killa Cali if you want,

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

I'm doin' this for easy, it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin' if Eric Wright a dropped
I love this shit, I and I'm good
I on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood

I'm poised to go platinum, that's the magazines sayin'
Fuck 'The Source', I got my own man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round
And she love hangin' out 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 want the crown, you be U.G.K. Bun B

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 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 Mayne

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

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

I'm on that get shit
That War [unverified] pimpin' that ho shit
In Cali smokin' that 'dro
I push 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
you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you a gang then put in in the air
Play Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers