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 tryin' to front last week
What, that kid out
Yo, I seen that earlier, knahmsayin'?

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

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

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

Hold up, you want somebody go him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit 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
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a 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 to the crime rhyme Houdini P
you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the
professor at this rap science

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

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that
You get splashed from of your head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this 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' 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 niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for impaired

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

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

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

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

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

Never second-guess a cat who gat
Concealed but easily and fast
Body castin' raps to get your back snapped in
And severed, impossible beyond measure

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

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

That's the dead truth, check in the
You'll find proof to make you think and stop before
Your sink to the bottom
owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I 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 thing

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

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