Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

Who's hot, not, I been the hottest thing
On the west, since the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in 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 changed but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a or a skimp
The is mine, you see my name on a blimp

Stay Dolce down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma clown
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my
I'm drivin' I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette

And my game is sharp as a mosquito's
As far as the charts, young S The Beatles
Purple haze in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims there when I stop they still go and they spin

I can teach you how to boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers ain't never punks boy
So fix ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you 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
you from a gang then 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
with 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 doin' for easy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin' if Eric 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 poised to go platinum, that's the magazines sayin'
'The Source', I got my own magazines man
I her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin' out girlie's

I'm like Philly nigs that come through "Early"
Through your front door without 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 Killa if you want, muh'fuckers

I jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
A million miles a is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the for the cash Mayne

And bitches this in they Benz's, Jeeps and G.O.'s
They say I'm and got a big ego
But they love 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 the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin' a fee
And no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West back

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

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 with Cali if you want, muh'fuckers