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..
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 niggaz
No more on the wrist gettin 90 days
Welcome to the next level, the new world order
Snatch ya like a tractor, 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 just for bein o.g.
We've been had, we've been tricked, we've played
when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed
Stressed all the just to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, 'em with the sickness
to save his life, give him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat drums
So clear up sinus and keep your 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 bein
Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga
We in the cage, black man is slayed

[king
Get with the lyrical miracle up
cookies out you rookies, huh
I can't no more, grab the floor
Hit the when I let loose 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 stepped on my stars, motherfucker say
This wild style's like country safari
This is for my loc's back at the
Check my file, it to trial
Get that new, ninety-fo' shit
Yes it's funky like a jackass, even trip
I got pages and pages of metaphoric
Too for the human eye to catch
the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example
Or do you just taste a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned,
Hand me the heater, I need the
Sparks, flames, no but peep game
like a choo-choo train
It's the criminal minded king tee
With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like
We've bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher
Judge fletcher betcha, raise your pressure
The unsolved mystery, up our history
Put us in the twist, we no longer exist,
.. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's
.. mine and yours dissapear, so it's
Servin soon, here comes your
Right the world go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, in the brain?
Or do everybody style the same? (yep)

- 2x

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