Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

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

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

Stay Dolce down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma clown
I keep thick bread, in the of my sweats
I'm drivin' I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette

And my game is sharp as a needle
As far as the charts, S be's The Beatles
Purple smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims there when I stop they still go and they spin

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

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

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
with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I ain't got no for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put stomach where 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 if Eric Wright wouldn't a dropped
I love this shit, I and I'm good
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the

I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines
Fuck Source', I got my own magazines man
I her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love out wit'chu girlie's

I'm like them Philly nigs that through "Early"
Through your front without knockin' like Mr. Furley
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
you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

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

And play this 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 hotel suite, they wanna follow me up

But I ain't 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 let's toast
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast

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

Nigga you got a blunt 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