Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin out the head though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my homie in the Clover
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my team
marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas dope on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now your trying to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops 'cause I her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol story
Nigga 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the of the times man
By thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys squab
All on my dick like on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first murder
Smoke a fried stick and get than a surfer
No my nature 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 shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So what it came to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas blue
But I dont gangbang I no color
She her son what if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue
And I foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my but not the preacher
I fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making
I was chasing chicks bad relationships
Now I Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some positions