Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hillwood
straight out the head though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow in the sauna
While my niggas move on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin
For the that 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 that I'm man
to my dead g's
Fell short to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys squab
All on my like corn on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killer
How niggas must die by the trigga
Im a ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried and get wetter 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 gutter for the of it
Gangsta chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And they can suck a dick

3]
So this what it came to yall the same
Old Southeast niggas claim blue
But I dont I claim no color
She lost her son what if 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 hits
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some bang delicious
I went from to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some positions