Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse {tec-9}

It all started in the at the age of ten
I hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
I went one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight was white as a duck
She just fuckin' know 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 her crown she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I some
Gangster's whisper found slug and some
That was stashed by a bush bill worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the
I a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I now I'm caught

Chorus: boy}

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

two: {tec-9}

Three cops and I'm caught I can't
They got me locked down up in place
My first offense and I caught a murder case
Parish prison gave me no time to choose
I either get a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my woman sendin' me money
I'm a come back home
I like to think that way but evidence
Prints plus a murder
I'm up shit watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm lots of letters
But I don't give a fuck I'm 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: {yella

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 old gee's from the past
Smart like a I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and and shit
like on the street the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step close to the
Like said ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm 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
up back and make him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone to them hoes
Call sterol on the and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm
six six three one

Verse four: boy}

Up early in the time to catch the
bangor the roof so we can
Put the heat in my
I caught the charge
The charge a
Gun charge to sittin' in the "u'
What the am I gonna do
I'm in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you the trigger if so your goin' on
A long on the court session
Standin' tall a man
They got my feet, and shackled i'm
my right hand
I caught juvenile plus a extra to exist
Like my nigga tec (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's playhouse don't want them havin' fun
all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise they must see 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 night
At night no visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from that one two
But you better be cool before he slang you with heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' I'm goin' to styleville

Verse {lil' ya}

I call my nigga he's at the office
Doin' paper work get me out
But his lawyer like a murk
him the wrong arm damn right
We had to communicate to shit tight
I sit at the kite nights
When I and write
To my niggas and bitches who was close and all
May the ninth was my court
No witness no gun so they threw the case
I was free july the twelfth down for armed
Imagine how a nigga felt and fuck that
Because that bitch late
Try'na give me time on my third ward date

Chorus: boy}