Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
straight out the head though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a trip how they die
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink soda of a noter
on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow marijuana in the
my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops I choked 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 story
died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell trying to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my
I love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

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