Luyện nghe bài hát Garza West

[Verse 1:
From the hood and I on them Houston streets
We together like Cuban's links
I had a nine on my waist, guns I
Forty at the crib with the ivory handle
I'm the rocker, Beatty
Cooking 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 ride horses Mustangs and Porches
Pain is my producer, leader of the dark
Striking matches, dropping like ashes
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 ball in penitentiary

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

2: Juan Gotti]
Mi esposa won't listen, comin' up missing
Feliz navidad en transfer states prison
No visits, no kisses, no of the same
No mas on T.V, magazine, and in
I work on the hoes, Living C-dorm
Life 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 shit, cause I draw on my sobre
Traded my corn bread dessert juice
Fight a pro, bullshit! that ain't no
As a foo on the cool, parole set me off
Four years for sho' without no date
You vatos feel me, you live in the free
As I through this penitentiary

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[Verse 3:
Sweet rollin', pockets still swollen
Might a bitch and take her fine ass bowlin'
Money of the colon, Benz ain't
watch Tiger Woods at the Houston Open
And I got hoes, even one Aryan
Slagin' more balls than the Nolan Ryan
with the silence, might turn to violence
This for all my pipe toting crack smoking
And my is much greener, South Park Beaner
dick to a real famous R&B singer
Blowing like a tuba, wet like a
Kandy coated Cougar, I'm a balla and
Hater heart , bloody shirt stain'a
Jumping on my diving board, to do a gain'a
Blades on my Benz, tons of fake
down my seats with the cherry fragrance

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