Luyện nghe bài hát Don Cartagena

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

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

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

Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas 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 word is bond on my

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

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

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

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

What you thought, we ain't run the
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the jeep
Rollin' 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 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 between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters wanna see my shine
Up in the or in the Lex Coupe
Rockin' a suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's

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

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

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

Adios to