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 went solo one day on st. you see
Lookin' for a lady that 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 her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked and broke her crown she bent down
Stupid clown I with her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper found slug and coke
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: {yella

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

Verse {tec-9}

Three cops and I'm caught I can't
got me locked down up in this place
My first offense and I myself a murder case
Parish blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a or be taken by yo lifer
my woman still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come back
I like to think way but evidence shown
plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for vanish on the
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' of letters
But I give a fuck I'm stuck like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the up
I get probation?
Or will I get free? I'm the court date
My is the three

{yella boy}

Verse three: ya}

Layin' in my cut of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I 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 bushes and
Just like on the street the was runnin' it
You couldn't step to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I you knew?
again with the juror food for days that's what
The motherfucker I'm chillin' in lower nine
With my mind on my and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the with a boot in his mouth
Boot up and make him knock it out
on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the and do a pere
I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
It's six six one

Verse {yella boy}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

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

{yella boy}