Luyện nghe bài hát Three

Yo dun we got guns in the
Its at night
I'm about to take the swallow of the EZus Jesus
Who got fifty on the tree
We stop at the store
We D batteries for the theme music
Snatch the from out the lawn
Fuck a cab lets take cracked out Saab
We that bitch two wibbles
And skated off the a vehicle for that
All the borough dun
happened to Queens like Sutphin and 121
Farmers and
The got us on the BQE
Just to get a of that greenery
We took our out to Coney Island posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada Champales mixed with
St. Ides in dun lingo
Spillin it on the for our dead people
While I the sequel
My got lungs
When we smoke that shit go around once
Dogs we just killin
Somebody just got they shit twist on the fucking up the grind
So til it down
We going at the sluts
we wanna fuck right now

Son I'm on a high eatin chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram big time a spliff away from overdosin
My heart is broken my man started smokin
P I heard the open again
I spoke to 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 thugged out and icy
Mad
Jumpin out the cocaine white
Through strugglin so I resume hustlin
Rap game or crack game my crew is 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 show these motherfuckers how we rep this
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