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

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

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go the window real 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 to the basketball court?

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 right out the motherfuckin' 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, 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 Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

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

Up in the laboratory, here's why your rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my
Is that of an who strike 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 head to ass crack
Surgical to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to game called rap

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

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

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

Cowardly hearts step aside, clear
My niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish in 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, that's a 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 thing

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

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

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

Sheisty livin' brought him to his bread
Life changed around quick to one
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice
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 proof enough to make you think and stop before
Your sink to the bottom
owl leave the mark and spot him
You the routine, face 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

It's the, G.O., 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

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