Luyện nghe bài hát Three

[Prodigy and
For my niggas
Right,
Shooting at nigga what
For my G-pack
the police
N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and
They can't our floss
Straight up (for you bitches)
For my A.M. niggas (for you bitches)
My Ante Meridian what up dunn?
store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the
up, yo

Yo dunn, we got in the grass, it's three at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases
Who got fifty on the tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab, take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave bitch two wibbles
And off with her vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn what to Queens
Like Supton(?) and 1-2-1, and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with
That's St. in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our people
I spark the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungs
When we smoke, that shit only go around
Dogs, we killin time
Somebody just got they shit on the block fuckin up the grind
So, it pipe down
We just going at sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
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Son I'm on a bench high eatin wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram big time, a spliff away from overdosin
My is broken, my man started smokin again
P, I the tunnel open again
I spoke to Flex he said he's let both of us in
Its time to load up the and semis
I wish my niggas bank was in a form unlike
I got my nikes thugged out and icy
Mad deep, out the Cocaine white Jeep
Through was strugglin, so I resume
Rap game or crack game my is still bubblin
Yo, in the morning and the D's on the corna still
Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the
So we can jet through Queens in
Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya