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 motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, he doin' out here?

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
that fuckin' 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, c'mon
Back up, back up, they

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

Hold up, you somebody 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 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
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, me the specialist
Professional professor at rap science

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

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

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

First shot, the motherfucker pack around premier
individuals 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 to have no fear
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the

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

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

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

Yeah, yo, Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the party
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 we felt it comin' at 'em
Hennessey raps like the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the spot in which you

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

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

Givin' a overdose of 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
Your sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the mark and him
You know the routine, up before 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, 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 thing

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

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
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,