Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin straight out the though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a how they die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my team
Blow marijuana in the
While my niggas move dope on the
V-12 motor loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
Turn up the wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga died 'cause he wit the wrong hoe
Its the of the times man
By second God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to stack up they
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my like corn on the cob
You aint but a job for one of my killers
How niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried stick and get than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 on my pager
I dont love you I hate you but I will misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

3]
So this what it came to yall the same
Old Southeast niggas claim blue
But I gangbang I claim no color
She lost her son if that was your mother
I sit in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I support foundations LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward Sherman
That was back when niggas to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the
I remember fuckin Liz on the
wasnt making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck Asian bitches Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking delicious
I from pain to rich and I remain malicious
em up and leave em laying in some strange positions