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 death of
Kept my crack in clear capsules 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 down, play the Bahamas now
a donkey, I'ma piranha clown
I keep bread, in the pockets of my sweats
While I'm I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette

And my game is sharp as a needle
As far as the charts, young S The Beatles
haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right there when I stop they go and they spin

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

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 Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

Nigga you got a blunt 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 time for ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull 45 and put your stomach where your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky respect it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, ass naked

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

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

I'm like them Philly nigs come through "Early"
Through your door 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

Nigga you got a blunt 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 rock jewels, cop tools, I will not
A million miles a minute is how my moves
I stay in the lane, never fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the Mayne

And bitches this in they Benz's, Jeeps and G.O.'s
say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But they love to swallow 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 then you pay this pimpin' a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so let's 'gnac
Sky baller and 'bout to bring the West coast back

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

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