Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Strikes Ya' Out

Love me.. me love..
Give me 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)
drowns out whispered vocals*}

[king
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
Snatch ya a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter
I put that on my moms, that's on I love
Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry a dove
So free is the only way for me
You don't get just for bein o.g.
We've had, we've been tricked, we've been played
Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda
Stressed all the homies just to show they business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em the sickness
Tried to his life, give him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat drums
So clear up your sinus and keep your nose
so hot it makes the one-time stop

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

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

- 2x

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