Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin straight out the head
the brain representin my ghetto
Its a trip how they die
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow in the sauna
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the keyboard that wit the sampler
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 sign of the man
By second thank God I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to stack up they
In the and the fog
Boys squab
All on my like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get than a surfer
No reversing my 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont you but I will misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So this it came to yall the same crew
Old friends niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I no color
She lost her son what if that was your
I sit back in my '92 'Lac
And I foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second offa Sherman
That was back niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the
I remember fuckin Liz on the
1986 making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine bitches
Romanian some fucking bang delicious
I went pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em in some strange positions