Luyện nghe bài hát La Costra Nostra

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

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

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

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

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

I'm just a G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I build a
So a whip and rob niggaz
What goes around, comes around I end up getting shot nigga

But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop
Like the whole locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black family crack dealer
With the house on 'Icula, made scratch for

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