Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

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

You see him? Yup, the same ol'
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 on a blimp

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 as a mosquito's needle
As far as the charts, S be's The Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, in the wind
The rims right there I stop they still go and they spin

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

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 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 gang 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 pull this 45 and put your stomach your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, butt ass

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

I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the 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 nigs come through "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

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

I rock jewels, cop tools, I not lose
A miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the lane, never fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the cash

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

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

Nigga you got a 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