Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin straight out the head
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow marijuana in the
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl called the cops 'cause I her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the hoe
Its the of the times man
By second thank God that I'm man
to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up they
In the and the fog
wanna squab
All on my dick corn on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killers
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried and get wetter than a surfer
No my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will you
In the for the fuck of it
nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

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