Luyện nghe bài hát La Costra Nostra

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
October '74, the year I was born
A nigga ready for war
It's in my to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw

And I'm the advocate, crack head, in '86 we started shit
it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making off a note
But I to go broke, my whole family slang dope

And my big sister was a little richer she always fucked
Around the big pushers
I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with jackhammers and
Throw me for tennis shoes

I been a dude since high school latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't school
I bought a quarter in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, hustling like the real niggaz do

I'm walking in the of Phoenix Mitchell
And D, I'm balling niggaz from my projects I listened to
I it real with my interviews
I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the dude

I'm just a wise G, why D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I a dynasty?
So a whip and rob niggaz
What goes around, comes around 'cuz I end up getting shot

But got not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla crack dealer
With the on 'Icula, made scratch for realla

That's why I say it's in my blood 'cuz my was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block drugs nigga
We slang lots of coca glocks up in the hosta'
La Costra Nostra