Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin straight out the though
the brain representin my ghetto
Its a trip how 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
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her
Fat roller in my trocka
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa thankin Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
Turn up the wit the stelly on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol story
Nigga died 'cause he wit the wrong hoe
Its the of the times man
By second thank God I'm alive man
to my dead g's
Fell short trying to up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my dick like on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get 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 chuggin candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

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