Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

Yeah, of a don
It's like I 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 why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they you got the stacks?
You stuck being in on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

Yeah, yo, you understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz that really me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no shit
These niggaz really kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks couldn't stand 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 wild adolescent, by the street

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

They wanna know why ya name is Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the
You being in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is 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, my name ring bells a P O
Put the pressure on a like 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 coke and next play the
chrome knowin' that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut clubs
You them crazy Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up
If I can't afford it, I'm a it

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

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 Benz rims pokin' out
You got the in the pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on close your mouth

They wanna know why ya name is 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 niggaz gotta fall
papi, you're shit 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