Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin straight out the though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the hood in my flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow marijuana in the
While my niggas move dope on the
motor vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the ol story though
Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell short to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys 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 murder
Smoke a fried and get wetter 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 nigga chuggin shit on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

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