Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

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

Chorus: {yella

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

{yella 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 the past
Smart like a I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and and shit
Just like on the street the was runnin' it
You step close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days that's
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in nine
my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to hoes
Call sterol on the and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm
six six three one

Verse four: boy}

Up early in the mornin' time to the
bangor the roof so we can
Put the heat in my
I caught the charge
The charge a
Gun charge to in the "u' stun'n
the fuck am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail cell talkin' to the
He said did you the trigger if so your goin' on
A journey on the court session
tall like a man
They got my feet, and shackled i'm
my right hand
I caught juvenile life plus a extra to
Like my tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse want them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better that noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck p.t. shit
'cause here I come to bust here come the guard night
At night no visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm bout to take a lil' vacation bog boy be
And I'm that one two three
But you be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real shed no tears
'cause early thursday bitch I'm goin' to styleville

five: {lil' ya}

I call my nigga baby he's at the
Doin' paper work get me out
But his actin' like a murk
Feedin' him the 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 ninth was my date
No witness no gun so they away the case
I was free july the down for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga felt and that judge
that bitch came late
Try'na give me time on my third court date

{yella boy}