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

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

Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open fuckin' window
You gonna him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that nigga right there, son
Right to the basketball court?

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, back up, they

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

Hold up, you somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that 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
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small

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 rhyme P
Keepin' you niggaz in
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
professor at this rap science

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

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

Not a but quite serious 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 opportunity to bust

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

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

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

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 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 thing

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, the G.O.D., Father 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, 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, 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