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

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

Nah, that, go, go open the window real quick, son
that fuckin' window
You gonna take him the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, 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, lookin'

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that right now, son
to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck
I'ma hit that 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 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 lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yeah, a small thing

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

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

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

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that
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
You'll be runnin' for dear so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' with P, you a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust

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

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

Cowardly hearts aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III
On some hashish in Suite, crash your 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, that's a thing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, the G.O.D., 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
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small

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 thing

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