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 solo one day on st. you see
Lookin' for a white lady was peepin' id
I see one in skin was white as a duck
She just don't 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 her crown she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper found slug and coke
That was stashed by a bush bill worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter quick down 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 ward date
I to rap rap rap
Rap everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward court

Verse {tec-9}

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

{yella boy}

Verse {lil' ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a rhyme
Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of
I'm seein' old gee's from the
Smart like a I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and and shit
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 food for days that's what
The kept I'm chillin' in lower nine
With my on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his
Boot up back and make him it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them
Call on the three and do a pere
'cause I'm a and I'm chillin'
It's six six one

Verse {yella boy}

Up in the mornin' time to catch the
White bangor the so we can
Put the in my back
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 cell talkin' 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 shackled i'm
Holdin' my right
I caught juvenile life plus a to exist
my nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them fun
'cause all our strafe a clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new
better hold that noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff that p.t. shit
here I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit ain't shit
I'm bout to a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from that one two
But you better be cool he slang you with that heat now
I'm in the hole nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' bitch I'm to styleville

five: {lil' ya}

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

Chorus: {yella