Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

It all in the streets at the age of ten
I hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
I solo one day on st. charles you see
for a white lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight skin was as a duck
She just don't fuckin' know I'm bout to her boo-koo love
I'm bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the
She looked down and her crown she bent down
clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper slug and some coke
was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

{yella boy}

Until I to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the of
My rap is third court date
I to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the of
My rap is ward court date

Verse two:

Three cops and I'm caught I can't
They got me down up in this place
My first offense and I caught myself a case
prison blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo
Shit my woman sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come home
I like to think way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder
I'm up shit watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a I'm stuck like chuck and she
put the house up
Will I get
Or will I get I'm facin' the court date
My destination is the

{yella boy}

Verse {lil' ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf
Got to it short because I don't have a lot of time
I'm seein' old gee's from the
Smart like a motherfucker I how they last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the was runnin' it
You couldn't close to the blue
Like said ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days what
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in lower
With my on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house with a in his mouth
Boot up back and make him it out
Gangster's on the talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm
It's six six one

four: {yella boy}

Up in the mornin' time to catch the
White the roof so we can
Put the heat in my
I caught the charge
The coke a
Gun to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
the fuck am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail cell to the attorney
He said did you pull the if so your goin' on
A long on the court session
tall like a man
They got my feet, and shackled i'm
Holdin' my hand
I caught juvenile plus a extra to exist
Like my tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them fun
'cause all our strafe a clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy hold that noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm motherfuck that p.t. shit
'cause here I come to bust here come the friday night
At night no visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm bout to take a lil' vacation bog boy be
And I'm from that one two
But you better be cool before he slang you that heat now
I'm buckin' in the nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' bitch I'm to styleville

Verse {lil' ya}

I call my nigga baby he's at the
Doin' paper work get me out
But his lawyer actin' a murk
Feedin' him the arm damn right
We had to communicate to keep shit
I sit at the kite some
When I flight and
To my niggas and bitches who was and all right
May the was my court date
No no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the down for armed robbery
Imagine how a felt and fuck that judge
Because bitch came late
Try'na give me on my third ward court date

{yella boy}