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

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the 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
Right next to the basketball

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, the lights out
Turn the out, c'mon through
Back up, back up, they

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
hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

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

Awright, now pay attention to the crime rhyme P
Keepin' you in perspective
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, here's why your small rhyme me
Store bought rap shit, my category
Is that of an insane who back
I draw 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 with map
Which bring Apocalypse to this game rap

Not a game but serious and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you might 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 bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst
Horror tales in for vision impaired

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

Cowardly hearts aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got 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 lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

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, Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the party
B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream

you actin' out of character, we observin'
Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we 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 revealed and fast
Body castin' raps to get your back in half
And severed, impossible beyond measure

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

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

the dead truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof to make you think and stop before
Your sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the mark and him
You the routine, face up before I shot him

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 thing

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

It's the, G.O., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
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, that's a small

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