Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin out the head though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow in the sauna
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my girl called the 'cause I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
Turn up the wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol story
Nigga '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
wanna squab
All on my dick like on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a ima swerver first degree murder
a fried stick and get wetter 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 gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my
And haters can suck a dick

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