Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

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

Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my of life I live
Most niggaz that really me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this no scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, wife and kids
I walked through many niggaz 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
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a off
A wild adolescent, raised by the

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

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, 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 close mouth

Yeah, my name ring bells a P O
Put the pressure on a 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 pistol in his brother's
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few and next play the strip
With chrome knowin' that won't forget
And on the we shut down clubs
You know them Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up
If I afford it, I'm a extort it

If I can't cut it, I'm a it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough
Carry and pump heroin
went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the of New York
Where the are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my
I'm a hustler, feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes of us
Then wonder why we life so illustrious

They wanna 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 squad to hard niggaz fall back
Damn papi, you're is icey now
In the bronx witcha rims pokin' out
You got the in the pen straight lockin' out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

They know why ya name is Joey 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 back
Damn papi, you're is icey now
In the witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth