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

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

Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son
that fuckin' window
You gonna him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that 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
Turn the lights out, through
up, back up, they lookin'

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

Hold up, you want somebody go him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this 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 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 Houdini P
Keepin' you in perspective
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
Professional professor at this rap

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

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

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

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

You lookin' for P, well, you can find him
In a project near you, I'll be right
I was brought up and taught to have no
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, your party

Yo, it's the G.O.D., 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 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, bringin' it to
Physical damage, crowd control handle
Hittin' you ripped, leave your contamin-ed

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

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

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

a overdose of this 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 proof enough to make you think and stop before
ship sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I him

Yo, it's the G.O.D., 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 Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

the, G.O., 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

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