Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

They wanna know why ya name is Joey
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 fall back
papi, you're shit 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 understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no scarface
These niggaz will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't on
Had shit locked before I had a glock to put my hands on
I had the doe to put my fams on
Before I had rocks 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, tryin' to sneak the gat past moms
is how it should be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I he was fake
every time 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
just the way it's 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 they you got the stacks?
You being in jacks on the blocks with 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 niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close mouth

Yeah, my name bells like 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 house
up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few and next play the strip
With chrome that they won't forget
And on the weekends we down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto always fuckin' it up
If I can't afford it, I'm a it

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

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

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