Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd Ward Court Date

Verse {tec-9}

It all in the streets at the age of ten
I started hangin' out late snatchin' 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 skin was white as a
She just don't fuckin' know I'm to show her boo-koo love
I'm bout to beat her up so I the hoe the time
She looked down and broke her she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear
Gangster's whisper slug and some coke
That was stashed by a bush twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm

Chorus: {yella

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

two: {tec-9}

Three and I'm caught I can't believe
They got me down up in this place
My offense and I caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo
my woman still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a back home
I like to that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder
I'm up creek watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a fuck I'm stuck like and she
put the house up
Will I get
Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court
My is the three

{yella boy}

Verse {lil' ya}

in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I have a lot of time
I'm seein' old gee's from the
like a motherfucker I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and bushes and
Just on the street the third 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 mind on my money and my money on my
Ced on parole he's in the house with a in his mouth
up back and make him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to hoes
Call sterol on the three and do a
I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
It's six six one

Verse {yella boy}

Up early in the mornin' to catch the
White bangor the so we can
Put the heat in my
I the first charge
The coke a
Gun to sittin' 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 trigger if so goin' on
A long journey on the 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' playhouse don't want them fun
'cause all our strafe a cation a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm hard 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 motherfuck that p.t. shit
here I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no 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 before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be don't shed no tears
'cause early mornin' bitch I'm goin' to styleville

Verse {lil' ya}

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

Chorus: boy}