Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

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

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

[Verse 2:
Egg S's, Guess jeans on
I blow
Caught me in Texas with Nexus and stolen Lexuses
Me and my guest list of gun holders who blow
Half a boat load of coke my jets and shit
Off a Mexican, my best friend dip
We run together, fuck all next man shit
your captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We frenetic, I runs the cabinet
That gun's Ben
I flips, get caught in the cross like catholics
I hold a black (?), I 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 Drink Champs, buy me off
Niggas is homos and bozos and logos, ridin
Your clothes on, you hoes is sold, you lost ya