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 one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a lady that was peepin' id
I see one in skin was white as a duck
She just don't fuckin' know I'm to show her boo-koo love
I'm to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked down and broke her she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her and I hear some
Gangster's whisper found and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: {yella

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

Verse two:

Three cops and I'm caught I believe
They got me locked up in this place
My first offense and I myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no to choose
I either get myself a or be taken by yo lifer
my woman still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come back
I like to think way but evidence shown
plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of
But I don't a fuck I'm stuck like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the up
Will I get
Or I get free? I'm facin' the court date
My destination is the

Chorus: boy}

Verse three: ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a 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 motherfucker I wonder how last
had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the was runnin' it
You step close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days that's
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in nine
With my mind on my money and my on my mind
Ced on he's in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him it out
Gangster's on the phone to them hoes
Call on the three 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
White the roof so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the first
The coke a
Gun charge to sittin' in the "u'
the fuck am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail talkin' to the attorney
He did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on
A journey on the court session
Standin' like 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 said (ahh I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' don't want them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better that noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm motherfuck that p.t. shit
'cause here I come to bust here the guard friday night
At night no more 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 be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' I'm goin' to styleville

Verse {lil' ya}

I call my nigga baby at the office
Doin' paper try'na get me out
But his lawyer actin' like a
Feedin' him the arm damn right
We had to communicate to keep tight
I sit at the some nights
When I flight and
To my niggas and bitches who was and all right
May the ninth was my court
No no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the twelfth down for robbery
Imagine how a felt and fuck that judge
that bitch came late
Try'na give me time on my third ward court

{yella boy}