Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

They wanna know why ya is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the
You stuck 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 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 that really me got life as bids
The as kids, this ain't no scarface shit
These really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't 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 in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off
A wild adolescent, by the street

Mesmerized by the dealers and the they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the to take the hand off
Run upstairs, tryin' to the gat past grand moms
This is how it be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I knew he was
every time I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is heavy on the weight when I cop
It's just the way it's
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 stuck in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the to hard niggaz gotta fall back
papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But the don is on nigga 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 shoke my dough
I'm at his house
Beat up his pops, put the in his brother's mouth
bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and next play the strip
With chrome knowin' that they forget
And on the we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto ricans always it up
If I can't it, I'm a extort it

If I cut it, I'm a bake it
Strip you butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred
Carry guns and pump
Never O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather the streets of New York
Where the are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my
I'm just a hustler, put the tap
On our phones in of cuffin' us
wonder 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 on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall
Damn papi, you're shit is now
In the bronx witcha Benz pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on close your mouth

They wanna know why ya 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 niggaz gotta back
papi, you're shit is icey now
In the witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close mouth