Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
Whippin yay at the house
Tuck the 'opper in the fiend
'07, dutches, nigga
My gun game you can't with, nigga
Break both shins, put you on crutches,
Po-po at the door you flush it, nigga
He sold 19, only a left
D's kicked his and found it, that's his third F
D's kicked his door and found it, that's his F
D's kicked his door and found it, up
Look, 15 been a TEC shooter
Did a stretch came big as Lex Luger
Grilled lobster the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can with us?
I'm from the city niggas get smoked for a a ki
Versace specs, shirt on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I smoked about a half a B
Bout to lock the up and bury the master key
Had to parked at my traum' spot
Stick on the back seat if the pop
40 dollar ace, around block
I know I ain't shit, I even my mom rocks
Free the gangstas in Clinton Max and
Attica and Wyoming, Albion, the know me
Might go see my jeweler buy 5
Just to remind myself, it's my homie
Bodies on the
Hit his body the .50
Shot 'til it (?)
Catch a then I'm probably in the Masi doin 60
In Atlanta sour, ain't nobody fuckin with me
I'm a in the flesh, respect 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

[Interlude:
Yeah man, niggas better be careful, man
Them little niggas out man, playin, man
Playin big (?), nigga
It's Griselda life, nigga, Wu-Tang,
right, for real
Hold the gradually, nigga
Keep nothin but
With motherfuckin big 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 take your
all that bread and everything, nigga
For real, man, up, word to mother, man
You know the voice
You who it is, man, call your boss in

2: Raekwon]
Egg S's, Guess jeans on
I blow
Caught me in Texas with Nexus and stolen Lexuses
Me and my guest list of gun who blow pedestrians
Half a load of coke inside my jets and shit
Off a Mexican, my best friend dip
We run together, fuck all next man shit
Fuck your captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your in
you in traffic, the (?)
We runs frenetic, I the cabinet
gun's Ben Affleck
I drag flips, get caught in the cross catholics
I a black (?), I slap tricks, I mack slick
You dap dicks, clowns get found naked in black
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 and logos, ridin Volvos
Your clothes on, you is sold, you lost ya soul