Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

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

{yella boy}

Until I to rap rap rap
Rap everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward date
I to rap rap rap
Rap everyday 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 this
My first offense and I caught myself a murder
Parish blues gave me no time to choose
I get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my woman still me money
Thinkin' I'm a back home
I like to think that way but evidence
Prints plus a weapon
I'm up shit creek for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a I'm stuck like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the up
I get probation?
Or I get free? I'm facin' the court date
My destination is the

{yella boy}

Verse three: ya}

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

Verse {yella boy}

Up early in the time to catch the
bangor the roof so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the first
The charge a
Gun to sittin' 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 if so your goin' on
A long journey on the court
Standin' tall a man
They got my feet, and arms i'm
Holdin' my hand
I caught juvenile life plus a extra to
my nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want havin' fun
all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise they must see I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck that p.t.
'cause here I come to bust here the guard friday night
At no more visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm bout to take a vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from that one two
But you be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't no tears
'cause early thursday bitch I'm goin' to styleville

five: {lil' ya}

I call my baby he's at the office
paper work try'na get me out
But his lawyer like a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm right
We had to communicate to shit tight
I sit at the kite some
When I and write
To my niggas and bitches who was close and all
May the ninth was my date
No witness no gun so they threw away the
I was free july the twelfth down for robbery
Imagine how a nigga felt and fuck that
Because that came late
Try'na give me time on my third court date

Chorus: {yella