Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii

Some of that 151, son, yeah, of that bogus
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think that motherfuckin' out there right now, son?
Word, what he out here?

Son, we got drama that nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' last week
What, kid out there?
Yo, I seen that earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go the window real quick, son
Open that window
You gonna take him from the window,
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that right there, son
Right next to the court?

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the out
Turn the lights out, through
Back up, up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga now, son
Word to Mom, hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, that
I'ma hit that nigga out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want somebody go him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, down

Yo, let me do it, man, let me do it, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga,
Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, fucker,

Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

Awright, now pay to the crime rhyme Houdini P
you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, here's why small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my
Is of an insane who strike back
I draw first blood, it's over with and that

You square off, sayin' slice that cat?
You get splashed from back of your head to ass
signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this called rap

Not a game but quite serious and yo, in
You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you fall off the map
with P, you need a gat
At least to the opportunity to bust back

First shot, the motherfucker pack world premier
Shook individuals bound from blind
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst
Horror tales in Braille for impaired

You lookin' for P, well, you can find him
In a project near you, I'll be right
I was brought up and taught to have no
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the

Cowardly step aside, stand clear
My niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some in Embassy Suite, crash your party

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

Yeah, yo, Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the party
B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, control handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave bloodstream contamin-ed

While you actin' out of character, we
Drillin' 'em so hard, I know we felt it comin' at 'em
Hennessey raps like the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the spot in you standin'

Never a cat who hold gat
but easily revealed and fast
Body raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, pain beyond measure

Sheisty livin' brought him to his bread
changed around quick to one stead
Face of fear, conquerin' your ice grill
Tragedies, put him to sleep like

a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin' your

the dead truth, check in the morgue
You'll find enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship sink to the
owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, up before I shot him

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

It's the, G.O., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah,
G.O.D., Father Pt. III,