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 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, kid out there?
Yo, I that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
that fuckin' window
You gonna him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that nigga 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 that nigga now, son
to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, that
hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want 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, 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
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

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

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

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

Not a game but 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 to have the opportunity to bust back

First shot, the pack around world premier
Shook individuals bound from fear
Scared to niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror in Braille for vision impaired

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

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

Yo, the G.O.D., Father 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 lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

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

While you actin' out of character, we
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'

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

Sheisty livin' brought him to his last
Life changed around to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice
Tragedies, put him to sleep NyQuil

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

That's the truth, check in the morgue
You'll find enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship sink to the
Night owl leave the mark and him
You know the routine, up before 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, that's a thing

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

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

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