Luyện nghe bài hát Th3rd F

[Verse 1:
Whippin yay at the fiend
Tuck the 'opper in the couch
'07, light dutches,
My gun you can't fuck with, nigga
Break shins, put you on crutches, nigga
at the door you better flush it, nigga
He 19, only a bird left
D's kicked his door and found it, his third F
D's his door and found it, that's his third F
D's his door 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 from the city niggas get for a half a ki
Versace specs, silk on, bitch I'm Master P (haha, haha!)
Master kush, I smoked about a half a B
Bout to the game up and bury the master key
Had to foreign parked at my traum'
Stick on the back if the dram' pop
40 dollar ace, lyin block
I I ain't shit, I even sold my mom rocks
Free the in Clinton 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 'til it (?)
Catch a body then I'm in the Masi doin 60
In Atlanta sour, ain't nobody fuckin with me
I'm a in the flesh, respect me like your father
Fuck them pussy niggas, I hit 'em with the carbon
Put you on the of t-shirt, we merk whoever, nigga

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

2: Raekwon]
Egg shell S's, Guess on
I blow
Caught me in Texas with Nexus and stolen Lexuses
Me and my guest list of gun who blow pedestrians
Half a boat load of coke inside my and shit
Off like a Mexican, my best dip
We run together, fuck all your man shit
Fuck your captain, he overreacted, I'll slowly your back in
you in traffic, the (?)
We frenetic, I runs the cabinet
gun's Ben Affleck
I drag flips, get caught in the 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
is homos and bozos and logos, ridin Volvos
Your clothes on, you hoes is sold, you ya soul