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 with my
I went solo one day on st. 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 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 crown she down
Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I some
Gangster's whisper found and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill worth of coke
With a snug I'm hard I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

Three cops and I'm caught I can't
They got me down up in this place
My first offense and I caught a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no to choose
I get myself a knifer 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
plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for on the proud
Got me losin' I'm gettin' 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 I'm facin' the court date
My destination is the

Chorus: {yella

Verse three: ya}

in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I have a lot of time
I'm old gee's from the past
Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how they
Niggas had fades, and and shit
Just like on the the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you
Here again with the food for days that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in lower
my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him it out
Gangster's on the talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the 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 heat in my
I the first charge
The coke a
Gun to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the fuck am I do
I'm chillin' in my jail cell talkin' to the
He said did you pull the trigger if so goin' on
A long journey on the court
tall like a man
They got my feet, and shackled i'm
Holdin' my right
I caught life plus a extra to exist
Like my tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse 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 must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck p.t. shit
'cause here I come to here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit back shit
I'm bout to take a vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from one two three
But you better be cool he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't shed no
'cause thursday mornin' bitch I'm goin' to styleville

Verse {lil' ya}

I my nigga baby he's at the office
Doin' paper work get me out
But his actin' like a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm damn
We had to to keep shit tight
I sit at the kite nights
When I flight and
To my niggas and bitches who was close and all
May the ninth was my court
No no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the down for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga and fuck that judge
Because that bitch late
give me time on my third ward court date

Chorus: boy}