Luyện nghe bài hát City Mad

Lord me father
Protect me from all enemies all all together
Culver Bloods

Right now my mad
tryna make it, have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get cash
Gotta keep a clear mind, keep one in the stash
Goddamn shit so sad
Caught him with his kids still took he had
now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know where at

All the finessers hate me
But better watch out for that KO and that lean
better watch out for them fake blues
If that damn M-30 ain't dotted up they true
The city mad 'cause everybody got it
You do what you when you poppin'
But everybody ain't
I'm like the only one out the dropping
So they gotta fuck me, they ain't got an option
And I know niggas that
I got this far I wasn't to make it
Moving like a boss with niggas I from way back
Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to that
Known fact, get caught without the ham
they'll leave your body shots on Instagram
The all the Crips was poppin'
But now the got it

Right now my mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad
I got get this cash
Gotta keep a mind, gotta keep one in the stash
Goddamn this so sad
him with his kids still took what he had
Right now my mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't know it's at

Yeah, off the dribble, shot at meechy
Yeah I'm hundred shells on the weekly, easy
I'm a when it get greasy
Kick the that's for sheezy
Ha? Niggas mad about the YG
If it's it's funky
So when you see me stacked
Grind hard and asleep in the trap
put my niggas on but we gon' leave it at that
Pull luck, fuck with the Mozzy
If blood brain-dead that's a body
Paypal jaypay, is Charlie
If I told you that I got him, I got him, shit ain't
Patrolling the since a youngin'
It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' I love it
I've some shit that you couldn't stomach
The that I'm kissing the only way I can function

now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it, have my homies bad
Damn I got get this
Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the
this shit so sad
Caught him with his kids still what he had
Right now my mad
tryna get it but don't know where it's at

It's murder murder had to talk about four-hundred
Chaos dead, so my real nigga's been mad
Been tapped it off, been gettin' cash
for whatever so this rapping shit my back
Wiggle off, really slide it's war nigga
All my life was in that pen take store nigga
Damn this shit is sad, these niggas making it
niggas faking it, us real niggas is paving this way
Bomb this shit, go ham when I'm talking I feel this
Wild, robbed the stash, on my I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, my money I ain't stopping
I'm Slim to get it poppin' yeah
Fuck y'all niggas, got no love for y'all
Clear mind, ain't no trust with niggas
I back, get to bust at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't back
Four-hundred from the
And this Bompton shit
I never stop,