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 went one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a white lady that was id
I see one in sight skin was white as a
She don't fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo love
I'm to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked down and broke her she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I some
Gangster's whisper found slug and some
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty of coke
With a I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: boy}

I used to rap rap rap
Rap shit now the name 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}

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
prison blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo
Shit my woman still me money
Thinkin' I'm a come home
I like to that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder
I'm up shit watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me sleep 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 will I get free? I'm facin' the court
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 from the past
like a motherfucker I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and bushes and
Just on the street the third was runnin' it
You couldn't close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I you knew?
Here again with the juror for days that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm in lower nine
With my mind on my and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and him knock it out
on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm
It's six six one

Verse four: {yella

Up early in the mornin' time to the
White the roof so we can
Put the in my back
I the first charge
The charge a
Gun to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail cell 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 life plus a extra to exist
my nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' 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 motherfuck that p.t. shit
'cause here I come to bust here come the friday night
At night no more visitation he sit back ain't shit
I'm bout to a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from one two three
But you better be before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' bitch I'm goin' to

Verse {lil' ya}

I call my nigga baby he's at the
paper work try'na get me out
But his lawyer actin' a murk
him the wrong arm damn right
We had to to keep shit tight
I sit at the kite nights
When I flight and
To my niggas and who was close and all right
May the ninth was my date
No no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the twelfth down for armed
Imagine how a nigga felt and that judge
Because that bitch came
Try'na me time on my third ward court date

Chorus: {yella