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 my ghetto
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my Iatola in the Clover
Pink mind of a noter
on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my Villanova
Blow in the sauna
While my niggas dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida
Now your trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the keyboard that wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me 'cause I am the

2]
Its the same ol story
Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the hoe
Its the of the times man
By second thank God that I'm man
Peace to my g's
Fell short trying to up they benjis
In the and the fog
Boys wanna
All on my dick like on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killer
How niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter a surfer
No my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will you
In the for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga shit candy on my mothership
And haters can suck a dick

3]
So this it came to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim
But I dont I claim no color
She her son what if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 'Lac
And I support foundations LULAC
I to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the
1986 wasnt making
I was chasing having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian
Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some positions