Luyện nghe bài hát Three

[Prodigy and
For my G-pack
Right,
at cops nigga what
For my niggas
Fuck the
N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and
can't stop our floss
Straight up (for you bitches)
For my A.M. niggas (for you bitches)
My Ante niggaz; what up dunn?
Liqour store
Hit the bootlegger, hit the bootlegger
up, yo

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

Son I'm on a bench 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 the tunnel open again
I spoke to Flex he said gonna let both of us in
Its time to up the autos and semis
I wish my niggas bank was in a form unlike
I got my uptown thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin out the white Jeep
Through was strugglin, so I resume
Rap or crack game my crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the still
we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
So we can jet Queens in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya