Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii

Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of 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 with that
Be tryin' to fuckin' front week
What, kid out there?
Yo, I seen that earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go the window real quick, son
Open fuckin' window
You gonna take him the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, 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
the lights out, c'mon through
Back up, up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, hit that nigga right now, son
to Mom, I'ma 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 want somebody go bust
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit nigga 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
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, 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 thing

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

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 first blood, over with and that's that

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

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

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

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

hearts step aside, stand 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, 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

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 small

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

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

Never second-guess a cat who gat
Concealed but revealed and fast
Body raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, pain beyond measure

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

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

the dead truth, check in the morgue
You'll find enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship to the bottom
owl leave the mark and spot him
You the routine, face up before 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 thing

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

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

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