Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
straight out the head though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how they die
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my homie Iatola in the
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow marijuana in the
While my niggas move dope on the
motor vida loca
Now your trying to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa thankin Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly 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 I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
wanna squab
All on my dick corn on the cob
You aint but a job for one of my killers
How many niggas must die by the
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit on my mothership
And they can suck a dick

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