Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Strikes Ya' Out

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

[king
Three strike you're out they're makin behave
No more slaps on the gettin 90 days
Welcome to the next level, the new world order
Snatch ya a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter
I put that on my moms, that's on everything I
Nigga what? a l, make you cry like a dove
So free is the only way for me
You don't get paid just for o.g.
been had, we've been tricked, we've been played
Right we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed
all the homies just to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, 'em with the sickness
Tried to his life, give him cpr, huh
for the lungs, fat african drums
So clear up your and keep your nose clean
Khakis so hot it makes the stop

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

[king
Get with the lyrical whippin up
Gingerbread out you rookies, huh
I can't stands no more, grab the
Hit the deck I let loose the tec (c'mon)
'nique, any beat nigga
106 (? ) street, uhh
The loco's, chocolate like
Get your punk-ass balled up in the (ahh!)
You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say
This style's like lion country safari
is for my loc's back at the ponderosa
Check my file, bring it to
Get with that new, shit
Yes it's funky like a jackass, even trip
I got and pages of metaphoric phrases
Too complex for the eye to catch
It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a
Or do you wanna taste a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned,
Hand me the heater, I the speakers
Sparks, flames, no name but game
Smoke like a train
It's the criminal minded nigga tee
With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like
We've been bit by the dog, call the catcher
Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood
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
soon, here comes your doom
Right the world go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, in the brain?
Or do style sound the same? (yep)

- 2x

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