Luyện nghe bài hát Don Cartagena

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

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

(What wanna do hah?)
It's the
(What y'all do hah?)

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

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

rap means we live the lyrics
Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely us
We the realest you ever see
In all honesty, another brother that's hotter than me

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

my city, and everything in it
Ain't a thing rented, 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 just a lot

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

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 in your Cara, adios to manana

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

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

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

It ain't shit but for sex, money, and
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 run the streets?
Now you can't ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in Cara, adios to manana

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

you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin' deep with the
I put the chrome in 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

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?
sleep, ten deep

Adios to