Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii

Some of 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out right now, son?
Word, he doin' out here?

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
Open that window
You gonna take him from the window,
Yo, up, that, there go, that's that nigga right there, son
Right next to the basketball

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, the lights out
Turn the lights out, through
Back up, up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, hit that 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 right out the window

Hold up, you want 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, 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 Bacardi
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, that's a small

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cowardly hearts step aside, clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III
On some in Embassy Suite, crash your 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, a small thing

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, crash the
B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control cannons
Hittin' you ripped, your bloodstream contamin-ed

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

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

Sheisty livin' him to his last bread
Life changed around quick to one
Face full of fear, conquerin' ice grill
Tragedies, put him to like NyQuil

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

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

Yo, it's the G.O.D., 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, a small thing

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

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