Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii (remix)

Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of 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 to fuckin' front last week
What, that kid out
Yo, I seen that nigga earlier,

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

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit 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 that nigga out the motherfuckin' window

up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, duck

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, 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

Awright, now pay attention to the crime Houdini P
Keepin' you niggaz in
Mobb, representative, call me the
Professional professor at rap science

Up in the laboratory, why your small rhyme 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 square off, sayin' slice that
You get splashed from of your head to ass crack
signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to game called rap

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

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

You for P, well, you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, be right there
I was up and taught to have no fear
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the

Cowardly hearts step aside, clear
My bloodthirsty got they 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
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's the dead truth, in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you and stop before
Your sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the and spot him
You know the routine, up before I shot him

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

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

the, G.O., Father 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 Bacardi
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