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 nothin' for me to get you shot

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

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma clown
I thick 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 that boy
Them city slickers ain't never been boy
So fix ice grill, and your mean 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 from a then put in in the air
Play 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 your stomach 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 on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood

I'm to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin'
Fuck 'The Source', I got my own 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 come "Early"
your 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
you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you 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 stay in the fast lane, fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the Mayne

And bitches play this in they Benz's, and G.O.'s
say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But they love to swallow me up
And every suite, they 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 let's 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to the West coast back

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