Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin straight out the head
From the representin my ghetto
Its a how they die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink soda mind of a
Lean on my slang coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow in the sauna
While my niggas move on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my girl called the 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin
For the keyboard that 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 wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second thank God I'm alive man
to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up they
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 niggas die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first murder
a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my
I dont love you I dont hate you but I misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin candy on my mothership
And haters can suck a dick

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