Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii

Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of that
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out right now, son?
Word, what he doin' out

Son, we got with that nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' front last
What, that kid out
Yo, I that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
Open fuckin' window
You gonna take him the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that nigga 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 right now, son
to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck
I'ma hit that right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want somebody go bust
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, a small thing

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

Awright, now pay attention to the crime rhyme P
Keepin' you niggaz in
Mobb, representative, call me the
Professional at this rap science

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

You wanna square off, slice that cat?
You get splashed from of your head to ass crack
Surgical to the end with iron map
bring Apocalypse to this game called rap

Not a game but serious and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' P, you need a gat
At least to have the to bust back

shot, the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they fear
Horror in Braille for vision 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 niggaz stay behind me in the rear

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

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

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

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

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

second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed but easily and fast
castin' raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible beyond measure

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

Givin' a of this rap potent
dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
homes, anticipatin' your death

That's the dead truth, check in the
You'll find proof enough to make you and stop before
ship sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the mark and him
You know the routine, face up before I him

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G.O.D., Pt. III, niggaz