Luyện nghe bài hát Three

[Prodigy and
For my niggas
Right,
Shooting at cops nigga
For my niggas
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 niggaz; what up
Liqour store
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 of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab, take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that two wibbles
And skated off with her vehicle for that
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 taste of greenery
We took our out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina champales mixed with Dani'
That's St. Ide's in dunn
Spillin it on the floor for our people
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 fuckin up the grind
So, 'til it pipe
We just going at sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
my Cormega's first line*}

Son I'm on a bench high eatin wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six
I'm one gram from big time, a away from overdosin
My heart is broken, my man smokin again
P, I heard the tunnel open
I to Flex he said he's gonna 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 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 corna
Seems we were born to kill, yo P me on the hill
So we can jet through in SUV's
Show these how we rep this thang, ya know?