Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin out the head though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my team
Blow in the sauna
my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now your trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl called the 'cause I choked her
Copa thankin 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 of the times man
By second thank God I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short to stack up they benjis
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 sipper ima swerver first 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 for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So this it came to yall the same crew
Old Southeast niggas claim 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 foundations like LULAC
I went to in second ward offa Sherman
That was when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the
1986 wasnt hits
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain
Shoot em up and leave em in some strange positions