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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit nigga right now, son
to Mom, I'ma 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 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 Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, 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

Awright, now pay to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the
Professional professor at this rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, gettin' bent, crash the
Handle B-I, it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your contamin-ed

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

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

livin' brought him to his last bread
Life around quick to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' ice grill
Tragedies, put him to sleep like

Givin' a overdose of rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
Funeral homes, your death

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

Yo, the G.O.D., 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
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small 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 thing

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

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