Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
Whippin yay at the fiend
Tuck the 'opper in the fiend
'07, light dutches,
My gun game you can't with, nigga
Break both shins, put you on crutches,
Po-po at the door you better it, nigga
He sold 19, only a 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 and found it, hold up
Look, since 15 been a TEC
Did a stretch came home big as Lex
Grilled lobster the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can fuck us?
I'm from the city get smoked for a half a ki
Versace specs, shirt on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I done smoked a half a B
Bout to lock the up and bury the master key
Had to parked at my traum' spot
on the back seat if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, around block
I know I ain't shit, I sold my mom rocks
Free the gangstas in Max and Comstock
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 with the .50
shotter 'til it (?)
Catch a body then I'm probably in the Masi 60
In smokin sour, ain't nobody fuckin with me
I'm a legend in the flesh, respect me your father
Fuck them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em 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 Griselda life, nigga, Wu-Tang,
That's right, for
Hold the fort gradually,
nothin but Uzis
With motherfuckin big potato on the top of it, nigga
Yaknahmean, this real life,
get caught up, nigga
This is not a nigga, this is not a game
We will take sneakers
Take all that bread and everything,
For real, man, word up, to mother, man
You know the nigga
You know who it is, man, your boss in

[Verse 2:
Egg shell S's, Guess on
I finesseness
Caught me in Texas with cards and stolen Lexuses
Me and my list of gun holders who blow pedestrians
Half a boat load of coke inside my jets and
Off like a Mexican, my best dip
We run together, fuck all your next man
your captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We runs frenetic, I runs the
That gun's Ben
I drag flips, get in the cross like catholics
I hold a black (?), I slap tricks, I 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 homos and bozos and logos, ridin
Your clothes on, you hoes is sold, you ya soul