Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse one:

It all in the streets at the age of ten
I hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
I solo one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a white that was peepin' id
I see one in sight was white as a duck
She just don't fuckin' know I'm bout to her boo-koo love
I'm bout to her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked and broke her crown she bent down
clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper slug and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick to fossil
So I now I'm caught

{yella boy}

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 court date

Verse {tec-9}

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

Chorus: {yella

Verse three: ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a rhyme
Got to make it short because I don't a lot of time
I'm old gee's from the past
Smart like a motherfucker I how they last
Niggas had fades, and and shit
Just like on the street the was runnin' it
You couldn't step to the blue
Like jefferson ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the food 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 parole he's in the house with a in his mouth
Boot up back and make him it out
on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the and do a pere
I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
It's six six one

four: {yella boy}

Up in the mornin' time to catch the
White bangor the so we can
Put the in my back
I caught the charge
The charge a
Gun to sittin' 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 pull the if so your goin' on
A long journey on the session
tall like a man
They got my feet, and shackled i'm
my right hand
I caught life plus a extra to exist
my nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them fun
all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy hold that noise they must see what 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 more visitation he sit back ain't shit
I'm to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from one two three
But you better be cool before he slang you that heat now
I'm buckin' in the nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday bitch I'm goin' to styleville

Verse five: ya}

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

Chorus: boy}