Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hustla
straight out the head though
From the brain representin my
Its a how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my team
Blow marijuana in the
my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida
Now your bitch trying to give me her
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol story
died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second thank God I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to stack up benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my dick like on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my 90 pounds on my pager
I love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So this what it came to the same crew
Old friends Southeast claim blue
But I dont gangbang I claim no
She lost her son what if was your mother
I sit back in my '92 'Lac
And I support like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward Sherman
That was back when niggas to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the
I remember fuckin Liz on the
1986 wasnt hits
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking delicious
I went from pain to rich and I malicious
em up and leave em laying in some strange positions