Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
yay at the fiend house
Tuck the 'opper in the couch
'07, light dutches,
My gun game you can't fuck with,
Break both shins, put you on crutches,
Po-po at the door you flush it, nigga
He sold 19, only a bird
D's kicked his door and found it, his third F
D's kicked his door and found it, his third F
D's kicked his and found it, hold up
Look, since 15 been a TEC
Did a stretch came home big as Lex
Grilled with the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can fuck us?
I'm from the niggas get smoked for a half a ki
Versace specs, silk shirt on, bitch I'm P (haha, haha!)
kush, I done smoked about a half a B
Bout to lock the game up and the master key
Had to foreign parked at my traum'
on the back seat if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, lyin around
I I ain't shit, I even sold my mom rocks
Free the gangstas in Clinton Max and
Attica and Wyoming, Albion, the know me
Might go see my jeweler buy 5
to remind myself, it's my time homie
Bodies on the
Hit his body the .50
Shot 'til it (?)
Catch a body then I'm in the Masi doin 60
In smokin sour, ain't nobody fuckin with me
I'm a legend in the flesh, me like your father
Fuck them niggas, I will hit 'em with the carbon
Put you on the of t-shirt, we merk whoever, nigga

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

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