Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
straight out the head though
From the brain representin my
Its a how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my team
marijuana in the sauna
While my move dope on the corner
motor vida loca
Now your bitch trying to me her panocha
Fat sweet in my trocka
And my girl called the 'cause I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard came wit the sampler
Turn up the wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the ol story though
died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the man
By thank God that 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 corn on the cob
You aint but a job for one of my killer
How niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a
No reversing my 90 pounds on my pager
I dont you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the for the fuck of it
nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters can suck a dick

3]
So what it came to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim
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 support foundations like
I to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas to Pee Wee Herman
with my teacher but not the preacher
I fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck bitches fine Haitian 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