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 capsules with tops
And it's still nothin' for me to get you

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

Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the now
Youse a donkey, piranha clown
I thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
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, S be's The Beatles
Purple haze in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right when I stop they still go and they spin

I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that boy
city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and mean mug
Unless you wanna feel a few slugs

you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want,

you got a blunt 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,

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

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 ain't on 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 round
And she hangin' out wit'chu girlie's

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

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 Killa if you want, muh'fuckers

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

And play this 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, wanna follow me up

But I ain't put my dick in for free, nah ma
You want the kid then you gotta pay this a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so let's 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West back

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

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