Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin out the head though
From the brain representin my
Its a trip how die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink mind of a noter
on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas dope on the corner
V-12 motor loca
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol though
died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second thank God I'm alive man
to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up benjis
In the and the fog
wanna squab
All on my dick corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas must die by the
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried and get wetter than a surfer
No my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So this what it came to the same crew
Old friends niggas claim blue
But I gangbang I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was mother
I sit back in my '92 blue
And I support like LULAC
I went to Alma in ward offa Sherman
That was when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the
1986 making hits
I was chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I malicious
em up and leave em laying in some strange positions