Luyện nghe bài hát Three

[Prodigy and
For my G-pack
Right,
Shooting at cops nigga
For my niggas
the police
N.Y.P.D. - New York and Dicks
They stop our floss
up (for you crackheaded bitches)
For my A.M. niggas (for you bitches)
My Ante Meridian niggaz; up dunn?
store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the
up, yo

Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta at the store
We need D for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave bitch two wibbles
And skated off with her for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn what to Queens
Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E, to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed Dani'
St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead
While I the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungs
When we smoke, that only go around once
Dogs, we killin time
Somebody just got they shit twisted on the fuckin up the grind
So, 'til it down
We just going at sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
{*overlapped my first line*}

Son I'm on a bench high chicken wings and french fries
A fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time, a away from overdosin
My is broken, my man started smokin again
P, I heard the open again
I spoke to Flex he said gonna let both of us in
Its time to load up the autos and
I wish my niggas bank was in a form unlike
I got my uptown thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white
was strugglin, so I resume hustlin
Rap or crack game my crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the still
Seems we were born to kill, yo P me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in
Show these motherfuckers how we rep thang, ya know?