Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, who's not, I the hottest thing
On the west, ever since the death of
Kept my crack in clear capsules with tops
And it's still nothin' for me to get you

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

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha
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
Purple haze in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right there when I stop still go and they spin

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

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
Play with Killa Cali if you want,

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

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 tell you kiss the sky better it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, ass naked

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

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

I'm like them Philly nigs that 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 then put in in the air
Play with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

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

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 want the kid then you pay this pimpin' a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West back

I'm on get dough shit
That Frank War pimpin' that ho shit
In Cali smokin' that 'dro
I push fish scale, and china white
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I 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 from a gang put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want,