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 now, son?
Word, what he doin' out

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

Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open that fuckin'
You gonna take him the window, nigga?
Yo, up, that, there go, that's that nigga right there, son
Right 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, c'mon
Back up, back up, lookin'

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit 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 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, a small thing

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

Awright, now pay to the crime rhyme Houdini P
you niggaz in perspective
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 insane who back
I draw first blood, it's over with and that's

You wanna square off, sayin' slice cat?
You get splashed back of your head to ass crack
signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this called rap

Not a game but 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 bust

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

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

Cowardly hearts step aside, clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got 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 Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
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, that's a thing

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

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

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

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

Givin' a of this rap potent
dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
homes, anticipatin' your death

That's the dead truth, check in the
find proof enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship to the bottom
Night owl leave the mark and him
You the routine, face up before I shot him

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 small

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

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

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