Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
yay at the fiend house
Tuck the in the fiend couch
'07, dutches, nigga
My gun you can't fuck with, nigga
Break shins, put you on crutches, nigga
Po-po at the you better flush it, nigga
He sold 19, only a left
D's kicked his door and found it, his third F
D's kicked his door and found it, his third F
D's kicked his and found it, hold up
Look, 15 been a TEC shooter
Did a stretch home big as Lex Luger
Grilled with the (?) fritters
Griselda, bitch, who can with us?
I'm the city niggas get smoked for a half a ki
Versace specs, silk on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
kush, I done smoked about 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 even sold my mom
the gangstas in Clinton Max and Comstock
Attica and Wyoming, Albion, the guys me
Might go see my buy 5 Rollies
Just to remind myself, it's my homie
Bodies on the
Hit his with the .50
Shot 'til it (?)
a body then I'm probably in the Masi doin 60
In Atlanta smokin sour, ain't nobody fuckin me
I'm a in the flesh, respect me like your father
Fuck them pussy niggas, I will hit 'em the carbon
Put you on the front of t-shirt, we merk whoever,

Raekwon]
Yeah man, little better be careful, man
Them niggas out there man, playin, man
Playin big (?), nigga
Griselda life, nigga, Wu-Tang, nigga
That's right, for
Hold the fort gradually,
Keep but Uzis
With motherfuckin big 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 take your sneakers
all that bread and everything, nigga
For real, man, word up, to mother, man
You the voice nigga
You who it is, man, call your boss in

[Verse 2:
Egg shell S's, Guess on
I blow
Caught me in Texas Nexus cards and stolen Lexuses
Me and my list 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 next man shit
your captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly blow your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We runs frenetic, I runs the
gun's Ben Affleck
I drag flips, get in the cross like catholics
I hold a black (?), I slap tricks, I slick
You dap dicks, clowns get naked in black whips
And him off, he wasn't mine, he was a (?)
Then this rich nigga's Drink Champs, buy me off
Niggas is homos and bozos and logos, Volvos
Your on, you hoes is sold, you lost ya soul