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

Some of that 151, son, yeah, of that bogus
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, what he out here?

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

Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open that fuckin'
You take him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's nigga 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, c'mon
Back up, up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, hit that 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 nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, a small thing

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

Awright, now pay attention to the rhyme Houdini P
you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the
Professional professor at this rap

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

You wanna square off, slice that cat?
You get splashed from back of your to ass crack
Surgical to the end with iron map
Which bring to this game called rap

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

First shot, the motherfucker pack around premier
Shook individuals bound from fear
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, I'll be right
I was brought up and taught to have no
Live niggaz stay behind me in the rear

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

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small 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 small

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

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

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

Sheisty brought him to his last bread
Life changed quick to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice
Tragedies, put him to like NyQuil

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

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

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
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

the, G.O., Father 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 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