Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin out the head though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a how they die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink mind of a noter
on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow marijuana in the
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the ol story though
Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the hoe
Its the of the times man
By thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
short trying to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my dick corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

3]
So this what it to yall the same crew
Old friends niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I no color
She lost her son what if that was your
I sit back in my '92 blue
And I support foundations like
I went to Alma in second ward Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee
Smokin with my but not the preacher
I remember Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt hits
I was chasing chicks bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian
Romanian Italian some bang delicious
I from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and em laying in some strange positions