Luyện nghe bài hát Iatola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
straight out the head though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a
Lean on my slang coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow marijuana in the
While my niggas move on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin
For the keyboard that came wit the
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol story
Nigga 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the of the times man
By second God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my like corn on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killers
How many niggas must die by the
Im a sipper ima first degree murder
a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

3]
So this what it came to the same crew
Old Southeast niggas claim blue
But I gangbang I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was mother
I sit back in my '92 'Lac
And I foundations 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 wasnt making
I was chasing having bad relationships
Now I fuck bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some bang delicious
I went from to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and em laying in some strange positions