Luyện nghe bài hát Don Cartagena

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

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

(What y'all 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
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' Pun 'til I'm gone
That's word is on my moms

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

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

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

It's my city, and 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 just a lot

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 your Cara, to manana

What you thought, we 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, adios to

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

So take heed and between 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 live, on the streets stabbin' kids
Or livin' mad sweet in lavish
Fix for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz
Exotic tokin' parrots on my

It shit but for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in
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' deep the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to

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

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

What you thought, we run the streets?
Now you sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin' deep with the
I put the in your Cara, adios to manana

Can't sleep, ten
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 talking
Can't sleep, ten

Adios to