Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

They wanna know why ya name is Joey
You a hustler, how they think you got the
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with paps
And the to hard niggaz gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're 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 your mouth

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

by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the 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 to duplicate but I knew he was fake
'Cuz time I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like on the leg when I pop
All my change is heavy on the weight when I cop
just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them
On hold it for the bronx in the name of pun

wanna know why ya name is Joey 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 fall back
Damn papi, you're is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims out
You got the in the pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close mouth

Yeah, my name ring like a P O
Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm at the doe
With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my
I'm at his house
Beat up his pops, put the in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and play the strip
With chrome that they won't forget
And on the weekends we down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto ricans always 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 guns and heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too light for
I'd play the streets of New York
the friends are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my
I'm a hustler, feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes of us
wonder why we livin' life so illustrious

They wanna know why ya is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how think you got the stacks?
You stuck in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is 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

They wanna know why ya name is Crack
You a hustler, how think you got the stacks?
You stuck in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall
papi, you're 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 close your mouth