Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
Whippin yay at the fiend
Tuck the 'opper in the couch
'07, dutches, nigga
My gun you can't fuck with, nigga
Break shins, put you on crutches, nigga
Po-po at the door you better flush it,
He sold 19, a bird left
D's kicked his door and it, that's his third F
D's kicked his and found it, that's his third F
D's kicked his door and it, hold up
Look, 15 been a TEC shooter
Did a came home big as Lex Luger
Grilled lobster with the (?)
Griselda, bitch, who can fuck us?
I'm from the city niggas get smoked for a a ki
specs, silk shirt on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I done smoked a half a B
Bout to lock the game up and bury the key
Had to foreign at my traum' spot
Stick on the back seat if the pop
40 dollar ace, around block
I know I shit, I even sold my mom rocks
the gangstas in Clinton Max and Comstock
Attica and Wyoming, Albion, the know me
Might go see my buy 5 Rollies
Just to myself, it's my time homie
Bodies on the
Hit his body the .50
Shot shotter it (?)
Catch a then I'm probably in the Masi doin 60
In smokin sour, ain't nobody fuckin with me
I'm a legend in the flesh, respect me your father
them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em with the carbon
Put you on the of t-shirt, we merk whoever, nigga

Raekwon]
Yeah man, little better be careful, man
Them little out there man, playin, man
Playin them big (?),
It's life, nigga, Wu-Tang, nigga
That's right, for
Hold the gradually, nigga
Keep but Uzis
With motherfuckin big potato skin on the top of it,
Yaknahmean, this real life,
get caught up, nigga
This is not a game nigga, this is not a
We take your sneakers
Take all that and everything, nigga
For real, man, up, word to mother, man
You the voice nigga
You know who it is, man, call boss in

[Verse 2:
Egg shell S's, Guess on
I blow
Caught me in Texas with cards and stolen Lexuses
Me and my guest list of gun holders who pedestrians
Half a boat load of coke inside my jets and
Off like a Mexican, my best dip
We run together, all your next man shit
your captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We frenetic, I runs the cabinet
gun's Ben Affleck
I drag flips, get caught in the like catholics
I hold a (?), I slap tricks, I mack slick
You dap dicks, get found naked in black whips
And him off, he wasn't mine, he was a (?)
this rich nigga's Drink Champs, can't buy me off
Niggas is homos and bozos and logos, ridin
Your clothes on, you hoes is sold, you ya soul