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 crack in clear capsules with tops
And it's nothin' for me to get you shot

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

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

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 right there 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 your ice grill, and your mug
you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs

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

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 Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

I got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put your where your neck 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 even be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a dropped
I love this shit, I work and I'm
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm in the hood

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

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

Nigga you got a blunt 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 Killa if you want, muh'fuckers

I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not
A million miles a is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin', 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 to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, they wanna me up

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

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

Nigga you got a 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 Killa if you want, muh'fuckers