Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

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

Chorus: boy}

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

two: {tec-9}

Three cops and I'm caught I can't
They got me locked down up in place
My first offense and I caught myself a murder
Parish blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be by yo lifer
Shit my still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come home
I to think that way but evidence shown
plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm lots of letters
But I don't give a fuck I'm stuck like and she
Wouldn't put the up
I get probation?
Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court
My destination is the

{yella boy}

Verse three: ya}

in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of
I'm old gee's from the past
Smart like a I wonder how they last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the was runnin' it
You step close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you
Here with the juror food for days that's what
The motherfucker I'm chillin' in lower nine
With my on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his
Boot up back and him knock it out
on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call on the three and do a pere
'cause I'm a and I'm chillin'
It's six six one

Verse four: {yella

Up in the mornin' time to catch the
White bangor the so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the charge
The coke a
Gun to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the am I gonna do
I'm in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the trigger if so your on
A long journey on the session
tall like a man
They got my feet, and arms i'm
my right hand
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
all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that 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 that p.t. shit
'cause here I come to 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 that one two
But you better be before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' I'm goin' to styleville

Verse five: ya}

I call my nigga baby at the office
Doin' paper work get me out
But his lawyer actin' like a
Feedin' him the wrong arm right
We had to to keep shit tight
I sit at the some nights
I flight and write
To my and bitches who was close and all right
May the ninth was my date
No witness no gun so they away the case
I was free july the twelfth for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga felt and fuck that
Because bitch came late
Try'na give me on my third ward court date

{yella boy}