Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
straight out the head though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how they die
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my homie Iatola in the
soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my team
Blow marijuana in the
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 'cause I choked her
Copa thankin Santa
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the ol story though
died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By second thank God that I'm man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to stack up they
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 ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 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 suck a

3]
So this what it came to the same crew
Old Southeast niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I no color
She lost her son what if was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue
And I support foundations LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward Sherman
was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my but not the preacher
I remember Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt hits
I was chasing having bad relationships
Now I fuck bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang
I from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and em laying in some strange positions