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 there right now,
Word, what he out here?

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

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

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the out
Turn the lights out, c'mon
up, back up, they lookin'

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

Hold up, you want somebody go him?
Nah fuck, that hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't 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, 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

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

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

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that
You get splashed from back of your head to ass
Surgical signs to the end iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to game 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 to bust back

First shot, the motherfucker pack world premier
individuals bound from blind fear
Scared to death fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for impaired

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

Cowardly step aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III
On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash 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

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

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

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

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

Sheisty brought him to his last bread
Life changed around to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice
Tragedies, put him to like NyQuil

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

That's the truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof to make you think and stop before
ship sink to the bottom
Night owl 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 thing

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

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