Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin straight out the head
From the representin my ghetto
Its a trip how they die
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink mind of a noter
Lean on my slang coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas dope on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
Turn up the 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 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 corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many must 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 you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

3]
So this what it came to yall the crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim
But I dont gangbang I no color
She lost her son what if was your mother
I sit in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I support foundations LULAC
I went to Alma in 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 having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang
I went from to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em in some strange positions