Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse {tec-9}

It all in the streets at the age of ten
I started hangin' out late purses with my friends
I went solo one day on st. you see
Lookin' for a white lady was peepin' id
I see one in skin was white as a duck
She just fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo love
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 her purse and I hear 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 from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: {yella

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

Verse {tec-9}

cops and I'm caught I can't 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 that way but shown
plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for vanish on the
Got me sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a fuck I'm stuck chuck and she
Wouldn't put the up
I get probation?
Or will I get I'm facin' the court date
My is the three

Chorus: boy}

Verse three: ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a rhyme
Got to make it short I don't have a lot of time
I'm old gee's from the past
Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the third was it
You step close to the blue
Like jefferson ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days what
The motherfucker kept I'm in lower nine
With my mind on my money and my money on my
Ced on parole he's in the house a boot in his mouth
Boot up and make him knock it out
on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call on the three and do a pere
I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
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 first
The charge a
Gun charge to sittin' in the "u'
What the fuck am I 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 caught juvenile life a extra to exist
Like my tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' don't want them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a cation a sucker that ain't no gun
My is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise they see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff that p.t. shit
here I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm that one two three
But you be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm in the hole nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause thursday mornin' bitch 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
Feedin' him the arm damn right
We had to communicate to shit tight
I sit at the kite nights
When I and write
To my and bitches who was close and all right
May the ninth was my date
No witness no gun so they threw away the
I was july the twelfth down for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga and fuck that judge
Because bitch came late
Try'na give me on my third ward court date

Chorus: boy}