Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, not, I been the hottest thing
On the west, ever the death 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 lame or a
The world is mine, you see my name on a

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the now
Youse a donkey, piranha clown
I keep thick bread, in the of my sweats
While I'm drivin' I get 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
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 boy, and pop that trunk boy
city slickers ain't never been punks 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
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

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 Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a
I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your is
If I tell you the sky better respect it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, ass naked

I'm this for easy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin' if Eric Wright 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 sayin'
'The Source', I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 clip
And she hangin' out wit'chu girlie's

I'm like them Philly that come through "Early"
Through your front door without knockin' Mr. Furley
It's me, you and the semi "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. Bun B

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

And bitches play in they Benz's, Jeeps and G.O.'s
say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But they still to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, wanna follow me up

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

I'm on that get shit
Frank War [unverified] pimpin' that ho shit
In Cali smokin' that 'dro
I still push fish scale, and white
A lil' nigga 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 gang put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want,