Luyện nghe bài hát Garza West

[Verse 1:
From the hood and I stood on them Houston
We stick together like Cuban's
I had a nine on my waist, guns I
Forty four at the crib with the ivory
I'm the rocker, Crocker
Cooking and cakes
to blow it up, as my coke inflates
I'm a swang'a, Gucci on my
Just brought my cousin on the ranch a Wrangler
I like to ride horses like Mustangs and
is my producer, leader of the dark forces
Striking matches, dropping like ashes
I only buy dances, if they paying college

I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza
I'm for my G's in T.D.C
As I in this penitentiary

I'm wreckin' for my G's in West
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza
I'm for my G's in T.D.C
As I ball in penitentiary

[Verse 2: Juan
Mi esposa listen, keeps comin' up missing
Feliz navidad en transfer states prison
No visits, no kisses, no of the bitches
No mas on T.V, magazine, and in
I work on the hoes, what? Living
with a fo-five got me this job
Mix bread my foo's, Ese, Locos, and Tontos
Everyday tensions, fights for the
House regulation, Cantones
Bosses talk shit, cause I on my sobre
Traded my bread dessert over juice
Fight a pro, bullshit! that no food
As a foo on the cool, set me off guey
Four years for sho' without no release
You vatos don't me, you live in the free
As I through this penitentiary

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[Verse 3:
Swisha rollin', pockets still swollen
Might meet a bitch and her fine ass bowlin'
Money of the colon, Benz stolen
Might Tiger Woods at the Houston Open
And I got hoes, even one Aryan
Slagin' more white balls than the Nolan
Nine the silence, might turn to violence
This for all my toting crack smoking clients
And my is much greener, South Park Beaner
dick to a real famous R&B singer
Blowing like a tuba, wet a scuba
Kandy Cougar, I'm a balla and hoop'a
Hater heart break'a , bloody stain'a
Jumping on my board, faint to do a gain'a
Blades on my Benz, tons of fake
Spray down my seats with the cherry

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