Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
Whippin yay at the house
Tuck the in the fiend couch
'07, light dutches,
My gun you can't fuck 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 his door and found it, that's his third F
D's his door and found it, that's his third F
D's kicked his door and found it, up
Look, since 15 a TEC shooter
Did a stretch came big as Lex Luger
lobster with the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can with us?
I'm from the city niggas get smoked for a a ki
Versace specs, silk shirt on, I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I done smoked about a a B
Bout to lock the game up and the master key
Had to foreign at my traum' spot
Stick on the back seat if the pop
40 ace, lyin 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
go see my jeweler buy 5 Rollies
Just to remind myself, it's my homie
Bodies on the
Hit his with the .50
shotter 'til it (?)
Catch a body then I'm probably in the Masi 60
In Atlanta smokin sour, ain't nobody fuckin me
I'm a legend in the flesh, respect me your father
Fuck them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em with the
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 them big (?),
It's Griselda life, nigga, Wu-Tang,
right, for real
Hold the fort gradually,
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 your sneakers
all that bread and everything, nigga
For real, man, up, word to mother, man
You know the nigga
You know who it is, man, your boss in

[Verse 2:
Egg S's, Guess jeans on
I blow
Caught me in Texas with cards and stolen Lexuses
Me and my guest of gun holders who blow pedestrians
Half a boat load of inside my jets and shit
Off like a Mexican, my best dip
We run together, fuck all your man shit
Fuck captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We frenetic, I runs the cabinet
That Ben Affleck
I drag flips, get caught in the cross catholics
I hold a black (?), I tricks, I mack slick
You dap dicks, clowns get found naked in black
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
clothes on, you hoes is sold, you lost ya soul