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 out here?

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

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

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

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 Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

Awright, now pay attention to the rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you in perspective
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
Professional professor at this rap

Up in the laboratory, why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike
I draw first blood, over with and that's that

You wanna square off, sayin' slice cat?
You get splashed back of your head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end with map
Which bring to this game called rap

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

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

You for P, well, you can find him everywhere
In a near you, I'll be right there
I was up and taught to have no fear
Live wire niggaz stay me in the rear

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

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

It's the, G.O.D., 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, the party
Handle B-I, it to anybody
Physical damage, control handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, your bloodstream contamin-ed

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

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

Sheisty livin' him to his last bread
Life around quick to one stead
full of fear, conquerin' your ice grill
Tragedies, put him to sleep NyQuil

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

That's the truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to you think and stop before
Your sink to the bottom
Night owl the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up I shot him

Yo, it's the G.O.D., 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 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, a small thing

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

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