Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Strikes Ya' Out

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

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

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