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

Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son
that fuckin' window
You gonna take him the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that nigga right there, son
next to the basketball court?

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, the lights out
Turn the lights out, through
Back up, back up, lookin'

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

Hold up, you want 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, 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, that's a thing

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

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

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

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

Not a but quite serious and yo, in fact
You'll be for dear life 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 around premier
Shook individuals bound from fear
Scared to death niggaz to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for vision

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

Cowardly hearts step aside, clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you
QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish in Embassy Suite, 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, a small thing

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

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

While you out of character, we observin'
Drillin' 'em so hard, I know we felt it comin' at 'em
raps float like 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' to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain beyond

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

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

That's the dead truth, check in the
You'll find proof enough to make you think and stop
Your ship sink to the
owl leave 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 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

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

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