Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Strikes Ya' Out

Love me.. me love..
me love 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*}

[king
Three you're out they're makin niggaz behave
No more slaps on the 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 that on my moms, that's on everything I
Nigga what? catch a l, you cry like a dove
So sucka is the only way for me
You don't get paid for bein o.g.
We've been had, we've tricked, we've been played
Right when we, left, for what? we shoulda stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they mean
Rushed 'em the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat african
So clear up your and keep your nose clean
so hot it makes the one-time stop

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

[king
Get with the miracle whippin up
Gingerbread out you rookies, huh
I can't stands no more, grab the
Hit the deck when I let the tec (c'mon)
'nique, any beat nigga
106 (? ) street, uhh
The loco's, chocolate like
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, bring it to
Get that new, ninety-fo' shit
Yes it's funky a jackass, don't even trip
I got pages and pages of metaphoric
Too for the human eye to catch
It's the, gangsta boogie, do you a example
Or do you just taste a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned,
me the heater, I need the speakers
Sparks, flames, no but peep game
like a choo-choo train
It's the criminal nigga king tee
With the westside riders, creepin crawlin like spiders
We've bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher
Judge betcha, raise your blood pressure
The mystery, mixed up our history
Put us in the twist, we no exist, like
.. 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, sick in the
Or do everybody style the same? (yep)

- 2x

Yeahh... terrorist.. (? )
Tr, the funk
My nigga tee with the funky west shit right?
Check out..
Beat terrorist, terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, (? )