Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

It all started in the at the age of ten
I started out late 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 skin was white as a duck
She just don't fuckin' I'm bout 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 bent
Stupid clown I jetted her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper found slug and some
was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: {yella

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

two: {tec-9}

Three and I'm caught I can't believe
They got me locked down up in this
My offense and I caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be by yo lifer
Shit my woman still me money
Thinkin' I'm a come home
I like to think that way but evidence
plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for vanish on the
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: boy}

Verse {lil' ya}

in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short I don't have a lot of time
I'm seein' old from the past
Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step close to the
Like jefferson ya fat I thought you knew?
Here with the juror food for days that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in nine
my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house a boot in his mouth
up back and make him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to hoes
sterol on the three and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm
It's six six one

Verse four: {yella

Up in the mornin' time to catch the
bangor the roof so we can
Put the heat in my
I the first 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 long on the court session
Standin' tall a man
got my feet, and arms shackled i'm
Holdin' my hand
I juvenile 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 cation a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck that p.t.
here I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At no more visitation he leave 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 cool before he slang you with heat now
I'm buckin' in the nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' bitch I'm goin' to

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 wrong arm damn
We had to to keep shit tight
I sit at the kite some
I flight and write
To my niggas and bitches who was close and all
May the was my court date
No witness no gun so threw away the case
I was free july the twelfth down for armed
Imagine how a nigga and fuck that judge
Because that came late
Try'na give me time on my third ward court

{yella boy}