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 drowns out vocals*}

tee]
Three strike out they're makin niggaz behave
No more slaps on the gettin 90 days
to the next level, it's the new world order
Snatch ya like a tractor, might 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 sucka is the only way for me
You don't get paid 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 homies to show they mean business
Rushed 'em the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, him cpr, huh
for the lungs, fat african drums
So clear up your sinus and keep your nose
Khakis so hot it the one-time stop

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

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