Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin straight out the though
From the brain representin my
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
Pink soda of a noter
on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the ol story though
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
short trying to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my dick like on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killers
How many niggas 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 dont you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit on my mothership
And they can suck a dick

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