Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin straight out the though
the brain representin my ghetto
Its a trip how they die
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the
Wit my homie in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow marijuana in the
my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida
Now your bitch to give me her panocha
Fat roller in my trocka
And my girl the cops 'cause I choked her
Cabana thankin Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the ol story though
Nigga died 'cause he wit the wrong hoe
Its the of the times 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 wanna
All on my dick like on the cob
You aint but a job for one of my killer
How many niggas must die by the
Im a sipper ima swerver first murder
a fried stick and get wetter 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 gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can a dick

3]
So what it came to yall the same crew
Old friends niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I no color
She lost her son what if that was your
I sit in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I support foundations like
I went to in second ward offa Sherman
That was when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
with my teacher but not the preacher
I fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad
Now I fuck Asian bitches Haitian bitches
Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange