Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

It all started in the at the age of ten
I started hangin' out late purses with my friends
I went solo one day on st. you see
for a white lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight skin was as a duck
She just don't fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo
I'm to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked and broke 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 twenty worth of coke
a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to
So I now I'm caught

Chorus: boy}

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

Verse two:

Three cops and I'm caught I believe
got me locked down up in this place
My offense and I caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no to choose
I either get a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a back home
I like to think that way but shown
Prints plus a murder
I'm up shit creek 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

Chorus: boy}

Verse three: ya}

Layin' in my cut of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short I don't have a lot of time
I'm old gee's from the past
Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the third was it
You couldn't close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I you knew?
Here again with the juror food for that's what
The kept I'm chillin' in lower nine
With my on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on he's in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up 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 {yella boy}

Up early in the time to catch the
bangor the roof so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the first
The charge a
Gun charge to in the "u' stun'n
the fuck am I gonna do
I'm in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the 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 right
I caught juvenile life plus a extra to
Like my nigga tec (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' don't want 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 fake ass new
Pussy better hold that they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm motherfuck that p.t. shit
'cause I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't
I'm bout to take a lil' bog boy be chillin'
And I'm that one two three
But you be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday bitch I'm goin' to styleville

five: {lil' ya}

I my nigga baby he's at the office
Doin' paper try'na get me out
But his lawyer like a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm right
We had to communicate to shit tight
I sit at the some nights
I flight and write
To my and bitches 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
Imagine how a nigga felt and that judge
Because that bitch late
Try'na me time on my third ward court date

{yella boy}