Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin straight out the though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my Villanova
marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl called the cops 'cause I her
Copa thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga died 'cause he wit the wrong hoe
Its the of the times man
By second thank God I'm alive man
to my dead g's
Fell trying to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my like corn on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killer
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter a surfer
No my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the 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 claim no
She lost her son if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue
And I support foundations LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward Sherman
That was back niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my but not the preacher
I fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck Asian bitches Haitian bitches
Romanian some fucking bang delicious
I from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and em laying in some strange positions