Luyện nghe bài hát Put It In The Air

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

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

Stay Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma clown
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 rims right there I stop they still go and they spin

I can you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mug
Unless you wanna feel a few M-16

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 with Killa Cali if you want,

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 Cali if you want,

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

I'm this for easy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a
I this shit, I work and I'm good
I on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood

I'm poised to go platinum, that's the magazines 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 that come through "Early"
Through your front door 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 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 Cali if you want,

I rock jewels, cop tools, I not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin', cheddar
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 still love to 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 you gotta pay this pimpin' a fee
And ain't no left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game to bring the West coast back

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

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