Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
yay at the fiend house
Tuck the in the fiend couch
'07, light dutches,
My gun game you can't fuck with,
Break both shins, put you on crutches,
Po-po at the you better flush it, nigga
He 19, only a bird left
D's kicked his door and found it, that's his F
D's kicked his door and found it, that's his F
D's kicked his door and it, hold up
Look, since 15 been a TEC
Did a came home big as Lex Luger
Grilled with the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can fuck us?
I'm the city niggas get smoked for a half a ki
Versace specs, silk shirt on, I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I done smoked a half a B
Bout to the game up and bury the master key
Had to foreign parked at my spot
Stick on the back if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, around block
I I ain't 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 jeweler buy 5
Just to remind myself, it's my homie
on the blicky
Hit his body the .50
Shot 'til it (?)
Catch a body then I'm probably in the Masi 60
In Atlanta smokin sour, nobody fuckin with me
I'm a in the flesh, respect me like your father
Fuck them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em with the
Put you on the front of t-shirt, we merk whoever,

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

2: Raekwon]
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
a boat load of coke inside my jets and shit
Off like a Mexican, my best dip
We run together, fuck all your next man
Fuck captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We runs frenetic, I runs the
gun's Ben Affleck
I drag flips, get caught in the like catholics
I hold a black (?), I slap tricks, I mack
You dap dicks, clowns get found naked in whips
And sign him off, he mine, he was a (?)
Then this nigga's Drink Champs, can't buy me off
Niggas is and bozos and logos, ridin Volvos
Your on, you hoes is sold, you lost ya soul