Luyện nghe bài hát Don Cartagena

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

As we
(What y'all do hah?)
To you what you need
(What wanna 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
to find a place to recline, shine my face
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til I'm
That's is bond on my moms

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

Physical rap means we live the
Long as niggaz fear us you never entirely dissapear us
We the realest you gon' see
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter 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 with me
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with 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

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

Yeah, uh, yo, you slide or catch 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 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 Range or in the Lex
Rockin' a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les

Less choose the life we live, on the streets stabbin' kids
Or livin' mad sweet in lavish
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a
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 heart rate flat, Terror Squad attacks

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

What you thought, we ain't run the
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz
Rollin' deep 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
Rollin' deep with the
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 Cara, adios to manana

sleep, ten deep
Yeah,
Adios to

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?
Can't sleep, ten

Adios to