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)
{*beat drowns out whispered

tee]
Three strike you're out they're niggaz behave
No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90
Welcome to the next level, it's the new order
Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a
I put that on my moms, that's on I love
Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a
So free is the only way for me
You don't get paid 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 to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em the sickness
to save his life, give him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat african
So clear up your sinus and keep your nose
Khakis so hot it makes the one-time

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

tee]
Get with the lyrical miracle up
Gingerbread out you rookies, huh
I can't stands no more, the floor
Hit the when I let loose the tec (c'mon)
'nique, freak any nigga
106 (? ) street, uhh
The loco's, chocolate like
Get your balled up in the trash (ahh!)
You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say
This wild like lion country safari
This is for my loc's at the ponderosa
my file, bring it to trial
Get with new, ninety-fo' shit
Yes it's funky like a jackass, even trip
I got pages and pages of metaphoric
Too complex for the eye to catch
It's the, gangsta boogie, do you a example
Or do you wanna taste a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned,
Hand me the heater, I need the
Sparks, flames, no name but peep
like a choo-choo train
It's the criminal minded nigga tee
With the westside riders, comin creepin like spiders
We've been bit by the dog, call the stretcher
Judge fletcher betcha, your blood pressure
The unsolved mystery, up our history
Put us in the twist, we no longer exist,
.. dissapeared, then it's like
.. mine and dissapear, so it's like
Servin soon, here your doom
when 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 the funky west shit right?
this out..
Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, terrorist, beat terrorist, (? )