Luyện nghe bài hát La Costra Nostra

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

And I'm the advocate, crack head, in '86 we started 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 family slang dope

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

I been a dude high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I finish school
I bought a ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling the real niggaz do

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

I'm just a G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I a dynasty?
So a pistol 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
the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a gorilla family crack dealer
With the house on 'Icula, 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 drugs nigga
We slang lots of coca with up in the hosta'
La Costra nigga