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 nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, what he out here?

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the window quick, son
Open that window
You gonna take him the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, go, that's 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, I'ma hit that nigga 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

up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, 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

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

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

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

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

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

Cowardly step aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty got they eyes on you
QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On hashish in Embassy 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 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 small

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

While you out of character, we observin'
'em down 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'

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

Sheisty livin' him to his last bread
changed around quick to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice
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, in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you think and before
Your ship to the bottom
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 Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

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

the, G.O., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
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 thing

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