Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got in the grass
Its at night
I'm about to the last swallow of the EZus Jesus
Who got fifty on the next
We gotta stop at the
We need D batteries for the theme
the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab lets take out Yolanda's Saab
We that bitch two wibbles
And skated off the a for that pillow
All the borough dun
What happened to like Sutphin and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
Just to get a taste of that
We took our smoke out to Coney Island up by the Himalaya
Colada Champales mixed with Dainey
That's St. in dun lingo
Spillin it on the for our dead people
While I spark the
My got lungs
When we that shit only go around once
Dogs we just time
just got they shit twist on the block fucking up the grind
So til it pipe
We just at the sluts
Bitch we wanna right now

Son I'm on a bench high eatin wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six
I'm one from big time a spliff away from overdosin
My heart is broken my man started smokin
P I heard the open again
I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let of us in
Its time to up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga Spank was in the physical of life
I got my uptown thugged out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the white Jeep
Through with so I resume hustlin
Rap or crack game my crew is still bubblin
Yo three in the and them Ds on the corner still
we was born to kill
Yo P me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in
And show these motherfuckers how we rep thing
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