Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

Yeah, of a don
like 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
It's the motherfuckin' don ya heard

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

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

Mesmerized by the and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the off
Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak the gat grand moms
This is how it be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I he was fake
'Cuz every time I walked by he turned blue in the
I'm heavy on the leg when I pop
All my is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's just the way done
Niggaz me they respect the way I blaze 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 think you got the
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 Benz rims pokin' out
You got the in the pen straight lockin' out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

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

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

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

They know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they you got the stacks?
You stuck in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta 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 mouth