Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii (remix)

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

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
Open that fuckin'
You take him from the window, nigga?
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, turn the out
the lights out, c'mon through
Back up, back up, they

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

Hold up, you want go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit nigga 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 Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yeah, a small thing

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

Awright, now pay attention to the crime Houdini P
you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the
professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap shit, my category
Is that of an insane who back
I draw first blood, over with and that's that

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

Not a but quite serious and yo, in fact
be runnin' 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

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

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

hearts step aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty got they eyes 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 lime
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 lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

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

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

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

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

a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, left open
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin' death

That's the truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you and stop before
Your ship sink to the
Night owl leave the mark and 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, 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 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
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,