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

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

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

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the real quick, son
Open that window
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, through
Back up, up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga now, son
Word to Mom, hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck
I'ma hit that nigga out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, blow 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 Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a thing

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

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

Up in the laboratory, here's why your rhyme bore me
bought 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, slice that cat?
You get splashed back of your head to ass crack
signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this game rap

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

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

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

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

Yo, 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

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

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

Sheisty brought him to his last bread
Life changed around quick to one
Face of fear, conquerin' your ice grill
Tragedies, put him to sleep NyQuil

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

That's the dead truth, check in the
You'll find proof enough to make you think and stop
Your ship sink to the
Night owl the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I 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 lime
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
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 small

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