Luyện nghe bài hát La Costra Nostra

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

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

And my big sister was a little richer she always fucked
Around with the big
I watched niggaz break keys in sinks jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis

I been a dude since school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I 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 of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling niggaz my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my
I was broke as and sleeping on the floor in the village dude

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

But got love not, my hope stop, I pop bubbly
Like the block locked, I live lovely
And my was a black gorilla family crack dealer
With the 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 Costra nigga