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 those who oppose the us
It's the motherfuckin' don Cartagena ya

They know 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 hard gotta fall 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 close your mouth

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

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

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 paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall
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 close your mouth

Yeah, my name bells like a P O
Put the on a nigga like I'm right at the doe
With the muzzle out, nigga can't with my dough
I'm at his house
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's
Wave bricks, whips, a few coke and next play the strip
With chrome knowin' they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut clubs
You know them 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
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a bred
Carry and pump heroin
went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the of New York
the friends are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my
I'm just a hustler, put the tap
On our phones in hopes of us
Then wonder why we life so illustrious

They know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how think 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 shit is now
In the witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga your mouth

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