Luyện nghe bài hát Three

[Prodigy and
For my niggas
Right,
at cops nigga what
For my G-pack
the police
N.Y.P.D. - New Pricks and Dicks
can't stop our floss
Straight up (for you bitches)
For my A.M. (for you crackheaded bitches)
My Ante Meridian niggaz; what up
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 at the store
We need D for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Saab
We gave that two wibbles
And skated off with her for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn what happened to
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 Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada mixed with Dani'
St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead
While I spark the sequel shit; my got lungs
When we smoke, that only go around once
Dogs, we just time
Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin up the
So, it pipe down
We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna right now
{*overlapped my Cormega's line*}

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