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' nigga's out there right now,
Word, what he doin' out

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

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

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

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

up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this 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
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
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, that's a thing

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

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

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

Not a but quite 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 opportunity to back

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

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

Cowardly hearts step aside, clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III
On some hashish in 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 thing

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

Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the
Handle B-I, bringin' it to
Physical damage, crowd handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream

you actin' out of character, we observin'
Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we it comin' at 'em
Hennessey raps float the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the in which you standin'

Never a cat who hold gat
Concealed but easily revealed and
Body castin' raps to get your snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain measure

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

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

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

Yo, the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
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 thing

the, G.O., Father 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
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

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