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 with nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' last week
What, kid out there?
Yo, I that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?

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

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the out
Turn the out, c'mon through
Back up, back up, lookin'

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

Hold up, you somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't 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 small

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

Awright, now pay to the crime 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 bought rap ain't shit, my
Is that of an who strike back
I draw first blood, it's over and that's that

You wanna square off, sayin' that cat?
You get splashed from back of head to ass crack
Surgical to the end with iron map
Which 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 fall off the map
Fuckin' P, you need a gat
At least to have the to bust back

First shot, the motherfucker pack world premier
Shook bound from blind fear
Scared to niggaz fall to they worst fear
tales in Braille for vision 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 stay behind me in the rear

Cowardly hearts step aside, clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got eyes on you
QBC, Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some in Embassy Suite, crash your party

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

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, the party
Handle B-I, it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream

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

Never second-guess a cat who gat
Concealed but revealed and fast
Body castin' raps to get back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain beyond

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

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

That's the dead truth, check in the
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, up before 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, 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 thing

It's the, G.O., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
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, a small thing

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