Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

Yeah, of a don
It's like I keep remindin' you and remindin' you
that nigga, you heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who oppose the us
It's the motherfuckin' don ya heard

They wanna why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how think you got the stacks?
You stuck in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to niggaz gotta fall back
papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But when the don is on nigga close mouth

Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my story of life I
Most niggaz that know me got life as bids
The as kids, this ain't no scarface shit
These niggaz will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz stand on
Had shit locked before I had a to even put my hands on
Before I had the doe to put my on
Before I had rocks sealed in tops, tryin' to get a gram off
A adolescent, raised by the street

by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the off
Run upstairs, tryin' to the gat past grand moms
This is how it be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I he was fake
'Cuz every time I walked by he turned in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg I pop
All my is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's just the way done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze guns
On hold it down for the bronx in the of pun

They wanna know why ya name is Crack
You a hustler, how think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your
And the to hard niggaz gotta fall back
papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close mouth

Yeah, my name ring like a P O
Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm at the doe
With the muzzle out, nigga can't with my dough
I'm at his mothers
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his mouth
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few and next play the strip
chrome knowin' that they won't forget
And on the weekends we down clubs
You know crazy Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up
If I can't it, I'm a extort it

If I cut it, I'm a bake it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a bred
Carry and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too light for
I'd play the streets of New York
Where the are guaranteed
To keep the on my fork
I'm a hustler, feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes of us
Then wonder why we livin' life so

They know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta back
Damn papi, you're is icey now
In the bronx Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

They wanna know why ya name is Joey
You a hustler, how they think you got the
You stuck being in on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz fall back
Damn papi, you're is icey now
In the bronx witcha rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But when the don is on close your mouth