Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Strikes Ya' Out

Love me.. me love..
Give me food..
Give me love, so I can.. kill..
Give me love, I can.. kill..
not real.. (the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God)
{*beat drowns out vocals*}

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Three strike you're out they're niggaz behave
No slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days
Welcome to the next level, it's the new world
ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter
I put on my moms, that's on everything I love
Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry a dove
So sucka is the only way for me
You don't get just for bein o.g.
We've been had, been tricked, we've been played
Right when we, went left, for we shoulda stayed
Stressed all the homies just to they mean business
Rushed 'em the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
to save his life, give him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat drums
So up your sinus and keep your nose clean
Khakis so hot it the one-time stop

Three strikes, you're out, then a pays
We in the cage, man is bein slayed
Three strikes, you're out, then a pays
We in the cage, black man is bein

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Get with the lyrical whippin up
Gingerbread out you rookies, huh
I stands no more, grab the floor
Hit the deck when I let the tec (c'mon)
'nique, freak any beat
106 (? ) street, uhh
The loco's, like cocoa
Get punk-ass balled up in the trash (ahh!)
You on my stars, motherfucker say sorry
This wild style's lion country safari
is for my loc's back at the ponderosa
Check my file, it to trial
Get with that new, ninety-fo'
Yes it's like a jackass, don't even trip
I got pages and pages of metaphoric
Too complex for the human eye to
It's the, boogie, do you want a example
Or do you just wanna taste a
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned,
Hand me the heater, I need the
Sparks, flames, no name but peep
like a choo-choo train
It's the criminal minded king tee
With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin spiders
We've been bit by the dog, the catcher stretcher
Judge fletcher betcha, your blood pressure
The unsolved mystery, up our history
Put us in the twist, we no longer exist,
.. dissapeared, then it's like
.. mine and yours dissapear, so like
Servin soon, here comes your
Right when the go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, in the brain?
Or do everybody style the same? (yep)

- 2x

Yeahh... terrorist.. (? )
Tr, the ignitor
My nigga king tee with the funky west shit
this out..
Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, terrorist, (? )