Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got in the grass
Its three at
I'm about to the last swallow of the EZus Jesus
Who got fifty on the next
We stop at the store
We D batteries for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits from out the
Fuck a cab lets take out Yolanda's Saab
We that bitch two wibbles
And off the a vehicle for that pillow
All the borough dun
What to Queens like Sutphin and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Island posted 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 the sequel
My got lungs
When we smoke that only go around once
we just killin time
Somebody got they shit twist on the block fucking up the grind
So til it pipe
We going at the sluts
Bitch we fuck right now

Son I'm on a high eatin chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last on six dimes
I'm one from big time a spliff away from overdosin
My is broken my man started smokin again
P I heard the open again
I to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
Its to load up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga was in the physical form of life
I got my uptown Nikes out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the cocaine white
Through with strugglin so I resume
Rap game or crack game my is still bubblin
Yo three in the morning and 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 motherfuckers how we rep this thing
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