Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Strikes Ya' Out

Love me.. me love..
me love food..
Give me love, so I can.. kill..
me love, because 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)
{*beat drowns out vocals*}

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

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

[king
Get the lyrical miracle 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 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 like lion safari
This is for my loc's back at the
my file, bring it to trial
Get with that new, ninety-fo'
Yes it's funky like a jackass, don't even
I got and pages of metaphoric phrases
Too for the human eye to catch
It's the, boogie, do you want a example
Or do you just wanna a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned,
Hand me the heater, I need the
Sparks, flames, no name but game
like a choo-choo train
It's the criminal minded nigga tee
With the westside riders, comin crawlin like spiders
We've been bit by the dog, the catcher stretcher
Judge fletcher betcha, raise blood pressure
The unsolved mystery, mixed up our
Put us in the twist, we no longer exist,
.. dissapeared, then it's like
.. mine and dissapear, so it's like
Servin soon, here comes your
Right the world go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, sick in the
Or do everybody sound the same? (yep)

- 2x

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