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 that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, he doin' out here?

Son, we got drama that 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
that fuckin' window
You gonna him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that 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
the lights out, c'mon through
Back up, up, they lookin'

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

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

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

You wanna off, sayin' slice that cat?
You get splashed from of your head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end with map
bring Apocalypse to this game called 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 the opportunity to bust back

First shot, the pack around world premier
Shook individuals from blind fear
to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for impaired

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

Cowardly hearts step aside, stand
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 lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

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

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

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

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

Sheisty brought 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
Potentially dangerous, fatally open
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin' your

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

Yo, 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

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., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
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 small

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