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 my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the hood in my 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 Villanova
marijuana in the sauna
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the
Turn up the wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga died he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second thank God that I'm man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to stack up benjis
In the and the fog
Boys squab
All on my like corn 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 wetter a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin candy on my mothership
And they can suck a dick

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