Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin straight out the head
From the brain representin my
Its a trip how they die
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my homie in the Clover
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow in the sauna
While my niggas move on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Copa thankin Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the ol story though
Nigga died he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the of the times man
By thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to stack up benjis
In the and the fog
Boys squab
All on my dick like on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killers
How many must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a
No my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

3]
So this what it came to yall the crew
Old friends niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I claim no
She lost her son if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue
And I support like LULAC
I to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember Liz on the bleachers
1986 making hits
I was chasing chicks bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to and I remain malicious
em up and leave em laying in some strange positions