Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

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 with your
And the squad to hard niggaz fall back
papi, you're shit 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 nigga close mouth

Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my story of life I
Most niggaz that really know me got life as
The trife as kids, this no scarface shit
These niggaz really will you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz 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 sealed 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 shorty to 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 but I knew he was fake
'Cuz every time I walked by he blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg I pop
All my is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I them guns
On hold it down for the bronx in the of pun

They wanna know why ya name is Crack
You a hustler, how they you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall
papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha rims pokin' out
You got the in the pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga your mouth

Yeah, my ring bells like a P O
Put the pressure on a nigga I'm right at the doe
With the muzzle out, nigga 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 knowin' that they won't forget
And on the we shut down clubs
You know them Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up
If I can't 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 guns and heroin
Never O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather the streets of New York
Where the friends are
To keep the on my fork
I'm just a hustler, put the tap
On our phones in of cuffin' 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 being in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall
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 close mouth

They wanna know why ya is Joey 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 fall
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 your