Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, who's not, I been the thing
On the west, ever the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue
And still nothin' for me to get you shot

You see him? Yup, the same ol'
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 Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the 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 cockpit of my

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

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

Nigga you got a 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 Cali if you want,

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 for a second
I won't pull 45 and put your stomach where 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 love this shit, I work and I'm
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the

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

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

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

I rock jewels, cop tools, I not lose
A million a minute is how my block moves
I in the fast lane, never fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the cash

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

But I gon' put my dick 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 'bout to bring the West coast back

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