Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin out the head though
the brain representin my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
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 the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin
For the that came wit the sampler
Turn up the wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol story
Nigga died he fucked 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 to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys squab
All on my like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas must die by the
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my
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 this what it to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim
But I dont gangbang I claim no
She lost her son what if that was your
I sit back in my '92 blue
And I foundations like LULAC
I went to in second ward offa Sherman
That was back niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin my teacher but not the preacher
I fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making
I was chasing having bad relationships
Now I fuck bitches fine Haitian bitches
Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain
Shoot em up and em laying in some strange positions