Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

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

Chorus: {yella

I used 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 third ward court

two: {tec-9}

Three cops and I'm caught I believe
They got me down up in this place
My offense and I caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no time to
I either get myself a or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a back home
I like to think way but evidence shown
Prints plus a weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm lots of letters
But I don't a fuck I'm stuck like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the up
I get probation?
Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court
My is the three

Chorus: {yella

Verse {lil' ya}

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

Verse four: boy}

Up in the mornin' time to catch the
White the roof so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the charge
The charge a
Gun charge to in the "u' stun'n
What the am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the trigger if so goin' on
A long journey on the session
Standin' tall a man
got my feet, and arms shackled i'm
Holdin' my right
I juvenile life plus a extra to exist
my nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm 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 buff motherfuck that p.t.
'cause here I to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't
I'm bout to take a lil' bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from one two three
But you better be before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday bitch I'm goin' to styleville

Verse {lil' ya}

I call my baby he's at the office
Doin' paper work get me out
But his actin' like a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm damn
We had to communicate to shit tight
I sit at the some nights
I flight and write
To my niggas and who was close and all right
May the ninth was my court
No witness no gun so threw away the case
I was free july the down for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga felt and that judge
Because that bitch late
Try'na give me time on my third court date

Chorus: {yella