Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

Yeah, of a don
It's I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you
Who's nigga, you heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all who oppose the squad us
the motherfuckin' don Cartagena ya heard

They wanna know why ya name is Crack
You a hustler, how think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall
Damn papi, shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga your mouth

Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my of life I live
Most niggaz that know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no shit
These niggaz will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my on
Before I had the doe to put my on
I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off
A wild adolescent, by the street

Mesmerized by the dealers and the places eat
And when blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the hand off
Run upstairs, to sneak the gat past grand moms
This is how it be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to but I knew he was fake
'Cuz every time I walked by he blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg I pop
All my change is like on the weight when I cop
It's just the way it's
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I them guns
On hold it down for the in the name of pun

They wanna know why ya name is Crack
You a hustler, how they you got the stacks?
You stuck being in on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall
Damn papi, shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

Yeah, my name ring like a P O
Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm at the doe
With the muzzle out, nigga shoke with my dough
I'm at his house
Beat up his pops, put the in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few and next play the strip
With knowin' that they won't forget
And on the we shut down clubs
You know them crazy ricans always fuckin' it up
If I can't it, I'm a extort it

If I cut it, I'm a bake it
you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred
Carry guns and pump
Never went O.T. I'm too for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New
Where the are guaranteed
To keep the on my fork
I'm just a hustler, put the tap
On our phones in of cuffin' us
Then why we livin' life so illustrious

They wanna know why ya is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is now
In the witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

They wanna know why ya name is Joey
You a hustler, how think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're is icey now
In the bronx Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga your mouth