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, he doin' out here?

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the window quick, son
Open that window
You gonna take him 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, the lights out
Turn the lights out, c'mon
Back up, up, they lookin'

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, fuck
I'ma hit nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, blow it up, duck 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
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
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, that's a small

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While you out of character, we observin'
'em down 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 castin' raps to get your back in half
And severed, impossible beyond measure

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

Givin' a overdose of this rap
Potentially dangerous, 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 think and stop
Your ship to the bottom
owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up I shot 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 Bacardi
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, 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

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