Luyện nghe bài hát Don Cartagena

Nobody said it 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 you need
(What y'all 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 to recline, shine my face
the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til I'm gone
That's word is on my moms

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

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

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

my city, and everything 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 crush a lot

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

Yeah, uh, yo, you better or catch this homicide
no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin' backs out the other side
Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The
Kurtis Blow your off like 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 with 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
Exotic tokin' on my wrist

It shit but for sex, money, and drugs
thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist cap back
your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks

What you thought, we run the streets?
Now you can't ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin' deep the Don-Tana
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

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

you thought, we ain't 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

sleep, ten deep
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 about?
sleep, ten deep

Adios to