Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
straight out the head though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my slang coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow marijuana in the
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida
Now your bitch trying to me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa thankin Santa
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the ol story though
Nigga 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second thank God I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to up they benjis
In the and the fog
wanna squab
All on my dick corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas must die by the
Im a sipper ima first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a
No reversing my nature 90 on my pager
I dont love you I dont you but I will misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters can suck a dick

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