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 now, son?
Word, what he out here?

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
Open that window
You take him from 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
Turn the lights out, c'mon
up, back up, they lookin'

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

Hold up, you want somebody go bust
Nah fuck, I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, blow 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small 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, why your small rhyme bore me
Store rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who 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 your to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end with map
bring Apocalypse to this game called rap

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

First shot, the pack around world premier
Shook individuals bound from blind
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 project near you, be right there
I was brought up and to have no fear
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the

Cowardly hearts aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you
QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father 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, that's a 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 thing

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

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

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

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

Givin' a overdose of 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 enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship sink to the
owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, 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 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 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
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