Luyện nghe bài hát Latola

1]
I'm meetin up with the
3-2 and the Hustla
straight out the head though
From the representin my ghetto
Its a how they die young
In the in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the
Pink soda of a noter
on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my team
marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the
V-12 motor vida
Now your trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my
And my called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana Santa
For the that came wit the sampler
up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me I am the champion

2]
Its the same ol though
Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the hoe
Its the of the times man
By thank God that I'm alive man
to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up benjis
In the and the fog
wanna squab
All on my dick corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my
How many niggas die by the trigga
Im a ima swerver first degree murder
a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my
I dont love you I dont you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the of it
nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a

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