Luyện nghe bài hát La Costra Nostra

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
October 18th '74, the year I was
A young ready for war
in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the slanging faggats are raw

And I'm the advocate, crack head, in '86 we having shit
it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke, my family slang dope

And my big sister was a little richer 'cuz she fucked
with the big pushers
I watched niggaz break keys in with jackhammers and ginsus
me money for tennis shoes

I been a dude since high with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't school
I bought a ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real do

I'm walking in the shoes of Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling niggaz from my I listened to
I keep it real my interviews
I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the in the village dude

I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I a dynasty?
So a pistol and rob niggaz
What goes around, comes 'cuz I end up getting shot nigga

But got not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a gorilla family crack dealer
the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla

That's why I say it's in my 'cuz my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs
We slang lots of with glocks up in the hosta'
La Nostra nigga