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 right now,
Word, what he doin' out

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

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

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga now, son
Word to Mom, 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 want somebody go bust
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 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 rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you in perspective
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
Professional professor at this rap

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

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that
You get splashed from back of head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end with map
Which bring Apocalypse to this game rap

Not a game but serious 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, 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

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

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

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,