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 nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' front last
What, that kid out
Yo, I seen that earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go the window 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
up, back up, they lookin'

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, that
I'ma hit that nigga right out the window

up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that hit this 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 lime
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 attention to the crime rhyme P
Keepin' you in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the
Professional professor at this rap

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

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

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

First shot, the motherfucker pack world premier
Shook individuals from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they fear
Horror tales in Braille for vision

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

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

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

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 small

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

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

Never second-guess a cat who gat
but easily revealed 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 around to one stead
Face full of fear, your 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' death

That's the truth, check in the morgue
You'll proof enough 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 lime
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 small

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

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

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