Luyện nghe bài hát Don Cartagena

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

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

(What wanna do hah?)
the great
(What y'all do hah?)

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

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

rap means we live the lyrics
Long as niggaz fear us you could never dissapear us
We the you ever gon' see
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter me

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

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

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, to manana

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

So take heed and read the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my
Up in the Range or in the Lex
Rockin' a fresh suit with shoes, on my way to Les Boo's

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

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

What you thought, we ain't run the
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

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

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

sleep, ten deep
Yeah,
Adios to

Yeah, you got
Squad, what?
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 about?
Can't sleep, ten

Adios to