Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hillwood
straight out the head though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a how they die young
In the hood in my flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my team
marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas dope on the corner
motor vida loca
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops 'cause I her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga died he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second God that I'm alive man
Peace to my g's
Fell trying 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 must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first murder
Smoke a fried and get wetter than a surfer
No my nature 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 shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So this what it to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas blue
But I dont gangbang I no color
She lost her son what if that was mother
I sit in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee
Smokin with my but not the preacher
I remember Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt hits
I was chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian fine Haitian bitches
Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some positions