Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood
straight out the head though
From the brain my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink soda mind of a
Lean on my shoulder slang
20 g'z on my team
Blow in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the
V-12 vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the 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 short to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
wanna squab
All on my dick like on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried stick and get than a surfer
No my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I hate you but I will misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my
And haters they can a dick

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