Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
straight out the head though
From the brain representin my
Its a how they die young
In the hood in my flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink mind of a noter
Lean on my slang coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow in the sauna
While my niggas dope on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second thank God I'm alive man
to my dead g's
Fell trying to stack up they 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 must 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 misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So this what it to yall the same 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 foundations like LULAC
I went to in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the
I remember Liz on the bleachers
1986 making hits
I was chasing chicks bad relationships
Now I fuck bitches fine Haitian bitches
Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange