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
for a white lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight was white as a duck
She just don't fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo
I'm bout to her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked down and broke her she bent down
clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper found and some coke
was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty from the third
I a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

{yella boy}

Until I 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 ward court date

Verse two:

Three cops and I'm caught I can't
They got me locked up in this place
My first offense and I caught myself a case
Parish blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo
my woman still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come back
I like to think that way but evidence
Prints plus a murder
I'm up shit creek for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a fuck I'm stuck chuck and she
put the house up
Will I get
Or will I get I'm facin' the court date
My is the three

Chorus: boy}

Verse three: 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
Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how last
Niggas had fades, and bushes and
like on the street the third was runnin' it
You step close to the blue
Like said ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in lower
With my mind on my 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 them
sterol on the three and do a pere
'cause I'm a and I'm chillin'
six six three one

Verse four: {yella

Up early in the mornin' to catch the
bangor 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 cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the trigger if so goin' on
A long on the court session
Standin' tall a man
They got my feet, and arms i'm
my right hand
I juvenile life plus a extra to exist
Like my nigga tec (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 is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise they 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 friday
At night no more 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 that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' bitch I'm to styleville

five: {lil' ya}

I call my nigga he's at the office
Doin' work try'na get me out
But his lawyer actin' a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm right
We had to to keep shit tight
I sit at the kite some
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 for armed robbery
how a nigga felt and fuck that judge
Because that came late
give me time on my third ward court date

Chorus: {yella