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 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 fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo
I'm bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the
She down and broke her crown she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her and I hear some
Gangster's whisper slug and some coke
That was by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm hard I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: boy}

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

Verse two:

cops and I'm caught I can't believe
They got me locked down up in place
My first offense and I caught myself a murder
Parish blues gave me no time to choose
I get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my woman still sendin' me
Thinkin' I'm a back home
I like to think that way but evidence
plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a fuck I'm like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the up
Will I get
Or will I get I'm facin' the court date
My destination is the

Chorus: boy}

Verse three: ya}

in my cut thinkin' of a deaf 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 motherfucker I how they last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the was runnin' it
You couldn't close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I you knew?
Here again with the juror for days that's what
The motherfucker 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 back and him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them
Call sterol on the three and do a
'cause I'm a villain and I'm
six six three one

Verse {yella boy}

Up early in the mornin' time to the
bangor the roof so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the first
The coke a
Gun charge to in the "u' stun'n
What the fuck am I 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
got my feet, and arms shackled i'm
Holdin' my right
I caught life plus a extra to exist
my nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' don't want them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a cation clucker a that ain't no gun
My heat is I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck that p.t.
'cause here I come to bust here come the guard night
At no more visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm bout to take a vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from that one two
But you better be cool before he slang you that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't shed no
'cause early thursday bitch I'm goin' 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 wrong arm right
We had to communicate to keep shit
I sit at the kite nights
When I and write
To my niggas and who was close and all right
May the ninth was my date
No witness no gun so they away the case
I was july the twelfth down for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga and fuck that judge
Because that came late
Try'na give me time on my third court date

Chorus: boy}