Luyện nghe bài hát Don Cartagena

Nobody it would be easy, ha hah
(What y'all do hah?)
(What y'all do hah?)
wanna handle it

As we
(What y'all do hah?)
To give you you need
(What y'all do hah?)

(What wanna do hah?)
the great
(What wanna do hah?)

Now why the sad face, for fellas that's diamond laced
Tryin' to find a to recline, shine my face
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til I'm
That's word is bond on my

That's the squad motto, got beef we Rallo
Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a
as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat
Right your back tissue with any pistol I pack

Physical rap we live the lyrics
Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely us
We the realest you gon' see
In all honesty, ain't another brother hotter than me

Modesty'll get nowhere, why I go there
Like lettin' you know where to buy the new Fat Joe
Five sixty, only the Squad ride me
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff

It's my city, and in it
Ain't a rented, it's my Benz, if you see me in it
We invented floodin' the watch, and the spots
That's why, I'm not a player, I just a lot

What you thought, we ain't run the
Now you can't ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin' deep the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in Cara, adios to manana

What you thought, we run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the jeep
deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your Cara, to manana

Yeah, uh, yo, you slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no for Joey Crack I'm blowin' backs out the other side
Brothers died and cried at wakes, these are The Breaks
Kurtis Blow your off like Jake

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no mines
Player haters wanna see my shine
Up in the Range or in the Lex
Rockin' a fresh suit dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's

Less choose the life we live, on the streets stabbin' kids
Or livin' mad sweet in cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a
tokin' parrots on my wrist

It ain't but for sex, money, and drugs
thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the fuck, Joe Crack, your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat, Terror Squad attacks

What you thought, we ain't run the
Now you can't ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin' deep the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your Cara, to manana

you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the jeep
Rollin' deep the Don-Tana
I put the in your Cara, adios to manana

What you thought, we run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, in the Benz jeep
Rollin' deep with the
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to

What you thought, we run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, in the Benz jeep
deep with the Don-Tana
I put the in your Cara, adios to manana

Can't sleep, ten
Yeah,
to manana

Yeah, you got
Terror Squad,
Bad Boy,
Crack, Big Pun
I see you, I see you

C'mon, yeah, yeah, say what, say
Say what, say

What's you are talking
Can't sleep, ten

Adios to