Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
Whippin yay at the fiend
Tuck the in the fiend couch
'07, light dutches,
My gun game you fuck with, nigga
Break shins, put you on crutches, nigga
Po-po at the door you better flush it,
He 19, only a bird 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, since 15 been a TEC
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 for a half a ki
Versace specs, silk shirt on, bitch I'm P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I done smoked about a a B
Bout to the game up and bury the master key
Had to parked at my traum' spot
Stick on the seat if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, around block
I know I ain't shit, I even sold my mom
Free the gangstas in Max and Comstock
and Wyoming, Albion, the guys 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
shotter 'til it (?)
Catch a body I'm probably in the Masi doin 60
In Atlanta smokin sour, ain't nobody with me
I'm a legend in the flesh, me like your father
them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em with the carbon
Put you on the front of t-shirt, we whoever, nigga

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

2: Raekwon]
Egg shell S's, Guess on
I blow
Caught me in Texas Nexus cards and stolen Lexuses
Me and my guest list of gun who blow pedestrians
Half a load of coke inside my jets and shit
Off like a Mexican, my friend dip
We run together, fuck all your next man
Fuck your captain, he overreacted, slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We frenetic, I runs the cabinet
gun's Ben Affleck
I drag flips, get in the cross like catholics
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 nigga's Champs, can't buy me off
Niggas is homos and bozos and logos, Volvos
clothes on, you hoes is sold, you lost ya soul