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, I straddle
Forty four at the crib with the ivory
I'm the rocker, Crocker
Cooking cookies and
B-12 to blow it up, as my coke
I'm a swang'a, on my hang'a
Just brought my cousin on the a Ford Wrangler
I like to horses like Mustangs and Porches
Pain is my producer, of the dark forces
Striking like matches, dropping like
I only buy dances, if they paying college

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

[Verse 2: Juan
Mi esposa won't listen, keeps up missing
Feliz navidad aqui en transfer prison
No visits, no kisses, no of the bitches
No mas on T.V, magazine, and in
I work on the hoes, Living C-dorm
Life with a fo-five got me job
Mix bread my foo's, Ese, Locos, and Tontos
Everyday tensions, for the tubo
regulation, dropping Cantones
Bosses talk shit, I draw on my sobre
Traded my corn bread dessert over
Fight a pro, bullshit! ain't no food
As a foo on the cool, set me off guey
Four years for sho' without no release
You vatos feel me, you live in the free
As I ball through penitentiary

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[Verse 3:
Swisha Sweet rollin', still swollen
Might meet a bitch and take her ass bowlin'
Money of the colon, Benz stolen
Might watch Woods at the Houston Open
And I got hoes, even one Aryan
more white balls than the Nolan Ryan
Nine with the silence, might to violence
This for all my pipe crack smoking clients
And my grass is greener, South Park Beaner
dick to a real famous R&B singer
Blowing a tuba, wet like a scuba
Kandy coated Cougar, I'm a and hoop'a
Hater heart , bloody shirt stain'a
Jumping on my diving board, faint to do a
Blades on my Benz, of fake friends
Spray my seats with the cherry fragrance

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