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 of Tupac
Kept my in clear capsules with blue tops
And it's still for me to get you shot

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

Stay Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my
While I'm drivin' I get head in the of my 'Vette

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

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

Nigga you got a blunt put it in the air
you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a then put in in the air
Play with Killa if you want, muh'fuckers

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 with Killa 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 your stomach your neck is
If I tell you the sky better respect it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, butt ass

I'm doin' this for easy, it or not
I wouldn't even be if Eric Wright wouldn't a dropped
I this 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 magazines
Fuck Source', I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round
And she love hangin' out girlie's

I'm like them Philly that come through "Early"
your front 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
you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang put in in the air
Play Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I rock jewels, cop tools, I not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin', 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 still love to me up
And every hotel suite, wanna follow me up

But I ain't gon' put my in for free, nah ma
You the kid then you gotta 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 that get shit
That Frank War [unverified] pimpin' that ho
In Cali that 'dro shit
I still fish scale, and china white
A lil' with a big gun and I ain't tryin' to fight

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
Play with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers