Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

Yeah, of a don
like I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you
Who's that nigga, you 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 Joey
You a hustler, how they you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks your paps
And the squad to hard gotta fall back
Damn papi, shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims out
You got the in the pen straight lockin' out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

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

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

They wanna why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta back
Damn papi, you're 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 bells a P O
Put the pressure on a nigga I'm right at the doe
With the muzzle out, nigga shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his mouth
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few and next play the strip
With chrome that they won't forget
And on the we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto always fuckin' it up
If I can't afford it, I'm a it

If I can't cut it, I'm a it
you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred
Carry guns and heroin
Never O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather the streets of New York
the friends are guaranteed
To the meat on my fork
I'm a hustler, feds put the tap
On our phones in of cuffin' us
Then wonder why we life so illustrious

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

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