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,
at the door you better flush it, nigga
He 19, only a bird left
D's kicked his door and found it, that's his F
D's his door and found it, that's his third F
D's his door and found it, hold up
Look, since 15 a TEC shooter
Did a stretch came big as Lex Luger
Grilled lobster the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can fuck us?
I'm from the city niggas get for a half a ki
specs, silk shirt on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I done smoked about a a B
Bout to lock the game up and bury the key
Had to foreign parked at my traum'
Stick on the seat if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, lyin around
I know I shit, I even sold my mom rocks
Free the gangstas in Max and Comstock
and Wyoming, Albion, the guys 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
Shot shotter it (?)
a body then I'm probably in the Masi doin 60
In Atlanta smokin sour, ain't nobody fuckin me
I'm a legend in the flesh, respect me like father
Fuck them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em with the
Put you on the of t-shirt, we merk whoever, nigga

Raekwon]
Yeah man, niggas better be careful, man
Them little 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, this real life,
get caught up, nigga
This is not a game nigga, this is not a
We will take sneakers
Take all that and everything, nigga
For real, man, word up, to mother, man
You know the voice
You know who it is, man, your boss in

[Verse 2:
Egg shell S's, jeans on
I blow
Caught me in Texas with Nexus cards and Lexuses
Me and my guest of gun holders who blow pedestrians
Half a boat load of coke my jets and shit
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 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 him off, he wasn't mine, he was a (?)
Then this rich nigga's Champs, can't buy me off
Niggas is homos and and logos, ridin Volvos
Your clothes on, you hoes is sold, you ya soul