Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hillwood
Comin 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 Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a
Lean on my slang coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
marijuana in the sauna
While my move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the 'cause I choked her
Cabana 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 story
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
wanna squab
All on my dick corn on the cob
You aint but a job for one of my killer
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first murder
Smoke a fried stick and get than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my
And haters they can a dick

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