Luyện nghe bài hát Killafornia

Living in the city of the
motherfuckers can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to me that's who?
Niggas want a of the pie, fuck off and die

Jealous, fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash,
Motherfuckers just get your own, and mine alone
places to get done

Send out your to the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for
Now I'm laying your ass down to
But every hustler wants to be

But I got the for the shot calling
I strings, the don king
Only in
Then I hustle, and my muscle

Yeah, man, I've been out
Running game for eight
I know I'm tired of standing
On this

Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass
Finest bitches, jewels
And all that shit, if I got to it
From a

Shit, let him run for me
I can work for myself, have to
for nobody
I'll be my own

Where can I roam to get my on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the clips
and cocked, I'm used to running with the glock
Nina Millimeter, up the fucking block

Now, who you gonna Who can you trust?
I don't know, but if you on my corner
I I'm gonna bust
You can't handle us, devious,

mentality, insanity
I move weight, from to state
All the moving weights
Can you

Damn, up? I see you
Pushing that big time
I you, I wasn't bullshitting
You up, aight

When I you three or four
ago I told you
Got for a man now
Handle shit

Where can I choose to get my on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all long
Fuck working at McD's, I'm with the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on

Who can I
Who can you
Not that shady
In the Los Scandalous

Well, well, little man up a little bit
It good having money in the pocket
Fuck that nine to five bullshit,
Yeah, kick that shit to the

But you got to look out for the motherfuckers
'Cuz niggas is tricky than a
Yeah, but got to look out for us too
You know what I'm
I'm as shisty as a nigga

Shit, set me up and are gonna die
You get set up back, 'cuz we having that bullshit
I got your back, you got mine, goes without saying
and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
Oh get the fuck out of here, stay, out man