Luyện nghe bài hát Definition of a Don

Yeah, of a don
It's like I 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
It's the motherfuckin' don Cartagena ya

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 your paps
And the squad to hard niggaz fall back
Damn papi, shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz 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 my story of life I live
Most that really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain't no shit
These niggaz really will you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz stand on
Had locked 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, raised by the

Mesmerized by the and the places they eat
And when they the heat, I was the shorty to take the hand off
Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak the gat 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 I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like on the leg when I pop
All my change is like on the weight when I cop
just the way it's done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them
On hold it for the bronx in the name of pun

wanna 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 fall
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, my name ring bells 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 house
up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips, a few coke and next play the strip
With chrome knowin' that won't forget
And on the weekends we shut clubs
You know them Peurto ricans always fuckin' 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
guns and pump heroin
Never O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the of New York
Where the friends are
To the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler, put the tap
On our in hopes of cuffin' us
Then wonder why we life so illustrious

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

They wanna know why ya name is Joey
You a hustler, how they 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 witcha Benz rims pokin' out
You got the niggaz in the pen lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga close your