Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got guns in the
Its at night
I'm about to the last swallow of the EZus Jesus
Who got fifty on the next
We stop at the store
We need D batteries for the music
the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab lets take cracked out Yolanda's
We that bitch two wibbles
And skated off the a for that pillow
All the borough dun
What happened to Queens like 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 posted up by the
Pina Colada mixed with Dainey
St. Ides in dun lingo
Spillin it on the for our dead people
While I the sequel
My niggas got
When we smoke that shit only go around
we just killin time
Somebody just got they shit twist on the block up the grind
So til it down
We going at the sluts
Bitch we wanna fuck now

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