Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

Yeah, yo, you wouldn't my story of life I live
Most that really know me got life 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 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 sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off
A wild adolescent, by the street

by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to the hand off
Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak the gat past grand
is how it should be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to but I knew he was fake
'Cuz every time I 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 the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they the way I blaze them guns
On hold it for the bronx in the name of pun

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 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 close mouth

Yeah, my name ring like a P O
Put the pressure on a like I'm right at the doe
With the out, nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's
bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and next play the strip
With chrome that they won't forget
And on the we shut down clubs
You them crazy 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
you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred
Carry and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too light for
I'd rather play the streets of New
Where the are guaranteed
To the meat on my fork
I'm a hustler, feds put the tap
On our in hopes of cuffin' us
Then wonder why we livin' so illustrious

They wanna know why ya 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, shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But the don is on nigga close your mouth

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