Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

They wanna know why ya 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 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 close mouth

Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my story of I live
Most niggaz that really know me got as bids
The trife as kids, ain't no scarface shit
niggaz really will kill you, your wife and kids
I through many blocks niggaz 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 adolescent, raised by the street

Mesmerized by the and the places they eat
And they 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 be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I knew he was
'Cuz time I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg I pop
All my change is like heavy on the when I cop
It's just the way done
Niggaz me they respect the way I blaze them guns
On hold it for the bronx in the name of pun

They know why ya name 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 gotta back
Damn papi, shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But when the don is on nigga close mouth

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

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

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 with paps
And the squad to hard gotta fall back
papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But when the don is on nigga close mouth

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