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 representin my
Its a how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow marijuana in the
my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops 'cause I her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga died 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 aint but a job for one of my killers
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter a surfer
No reversing my 90 pounds on my pager
I dont you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit on my mothership
And haters can suck a dick

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