Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

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

They know why ya name 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
Damn papi, you're shit is now
In the bronx witcha rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But when the don is on close your mouth

Yeah, yo, you understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz that know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this no scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, wife and kids
I walked many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had shit locked 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 adolescent, raised by the street

Mesmerized by the dealers and the places eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the off
Run upstairs, to sneak the gat past grand moms
is how it should be done, my life
Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I knew he was
'Cuz every time I by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight I cop
just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze guns
On hold it down for the bronx in the of pun

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

Yeah, my ring 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 pistol in his brother's
Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and next the strip
With chrome that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut clubs
You them crazy 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
you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred
Carry and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too for Maryland
I'd rather the streets of New York
the friends are guaranteed
To the meat on my fork
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 name is 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
Damn papi, you're 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

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 gotta back
Damn papi, you're shit is now
In the witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen straight out
But when the don is on nigga close your