Luyện nghe bài hát Garza West

[Verse 1:
From the and I stood on them Houston streets
We stick together Cuban's links
I had a nine on my waist, guns I
Forty four at the crib with the ivory
I'm the rocker, Beatty
cookies and cakes
B-12 to blow it up, as my coke
I'm a swang'a, on my hang'a
Just brought my cousin on the ranch a Wrangler
I like to horses like Mustangs and Porches
is my producer, leader of the dark forces
Striking like matches, dropping like
I buy dances, if they paying college classes

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 in this penitentiary

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

[Verse 2: Juan
Mi won't listen, keeps comin' up missing
Feliz aqui 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? C-dorm
Life with a got me this job
Mix bread my foo's, Ese, Locos, and Tontos
tensions, fights for the tubo
House regulation, dropping
Bosses talk shit, cause I draw on my
Traded my corn bread dessert over
Fight a pro, bullshit! that ain't no
As a foo on the cool, set me off guey
Four years for sho' without no release
You vatos don't feel me, you live in the
As I ball this penitentiary

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[Verse 3:
Swisha Sweet rollin', still swollen
Might meet a bitch and her fine ass bowlin'
Money of the colon, Benz ain't
Might Tiger Woods at the Houston Open
And I got hoes, one that's Aryan
Slagin' more white balls than the Ryan
Nine with the silence, might turn to
for all my pipe toting crack smoking clients
And my grass is greener, South Park Beaner
Puttin' dick to a real R&B singer
Blowing like a tuba, wet like a
Kandy coated Cougar, I'm a and hoop'a
heart break'a , bloody shirt stain'a
Jumping on my diving board, to do a gain'a
Blades on my Benz, tons of friends
down my seats with the cherry fragrance

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