Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

It all in the streets at the age of ten
I hangin' out late snatchin' 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 skin was 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 the hoe the time
She down and broke her crown she bent down
clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper slug and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted down to fossil
So I now I'm caught

{yella boy}

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

two: {tec-9}

Three cops and I'm I can't believe
They got me locked down up in this
My first offense and I caught myself a case
Parish prison blues me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo
Shit my woman still sendin' me
I'm a come back home
I like to think way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder
I'm up shit creek watchin' for on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of
But I give a fuck I'm stuck like chuck and she
put the house up
Will I get
Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court
My is the three

Chorus: {yella

Verse {lil' ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf
Got to make it short because I don't a lot of time
I'm seein' old gee's the past
Smart a motherfucker I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and and shit
Just on the street the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step to the blue
Like jefferson ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in nine
With my mind on my money and my money on my
Ced on parole in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up and make him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone 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 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 to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the if so your goin' on
A journey on the court session
Standin' tall a man
They got my feet, and arms i'm
my right hand
I caught juvenile life a extra to exist
Like my nigga tec said (ahh I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' don't want them havin' fun
all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck p.t. shit
'cause here I 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 from that one two
But you better be cool before he slang you with that now
I'm buckin' in the nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday bitch I'm goin' to styleville

Verse five: ya}

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

Chorus: boy}