Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin straight out the head
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my slang coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow in the sauna
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl called the cops 'cause I her
Copa Cabana thankin
For the keyboard that came wit the
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me 'cause I am the

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

3]
So this what it came to yall the crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim
But I dont I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was mother
I sit back in my '92 'Lac
And I support foundations LULAC
I went to Alma in ward offa Sherman
That was when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the
I fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt hits
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain
Shoot em up and leave em laying in strange positions