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)
{*beat out whispered vocals*}

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Three you're out they're makin niggaz behave
No more slaps on the wrist 90 days
Welcome to the level, it's the new world order
Snatch ya a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter
I put that on my moms, that's on I love
what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove
So free is the only way for me
You get paid just for bein o.g.
We've been had, been tricked, we've been played
Right when we, went left, for what? we stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, 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, then a nigga
We in the cage, man is bein slayed
strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is slayed

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Get with the lyrical miracle up
Gingerbread out you rookies, huh
I can't no more, grab the floor
Hit the deck I let loose the tec (c'mon)
'nique, any beat nigga
106 (? ) street, uhh
The loco's, like cocoa
Get your balled up in the trash (ahh!)
You on my stars, motherfucker say sorry
This style's like lion country safari
This is for my loc's back at the
Check my file, bring it to
Get with that new, 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 just taste a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned,
Hand me the heater, I need the
Sparks, flames, no name but game
Smoke like a choo-choo
It's the criminal minded king 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 longer exist,
.. dinosaurs dissapeared, then like
.. mine and dissapear, so it's like
Servin soon, here comes doom
Right the world go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, sick in the
Or do everybody style sound the (yep)

- 2x

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