Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
straight out the head 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 mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow in the sauna
While my niggas move on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now your bitch trying to me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the
up the Clarion 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
Boys wanna
All on my like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima first degree murder
Smoke a stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So this what it came to the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim
But I dont gangbang I claim no
She lost her son if that was your 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 jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin my teacher but not the preacher
I remember Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian fucking bang delicious
I went pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and em laying in some strange positions