Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse {tec-9}

It all started in the at the age of ten
I started hangin' out late snatchin' purses my friends
I went one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight was white as a duck
She just don't 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 slug and coke
That was stashed by a bush twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the
I a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: {yella

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

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 woman still me money
I'm a come back home
I like to think that way but shown
Prints a murder weapon
I'm up shit creek for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' of letters
But I give a fuck 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

Chorus: boy}

Verse {lil' ya}

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

Verse four: boy}

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

Verse five: ya}

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

Chorus: boy}