Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up the governor
3-2 and the Hustla
Comin out the head though
From the brain representin my
Its a trip how die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie in the Clover
Pink mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder coca
20 g'z on my team
Blow marijuana in the
my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 vida loca
Now bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my girl called the cops I choked her
Copa 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 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 trying to stack up they benjis
In the and the fog
wanna squab
All on my like corn on the cob
You shit but a job for one of my killer
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 on my pager
I dont love you I dont you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin candy on my mothership
And haters can suck a dick

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