Luyện nghe bài hát Three

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

Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's at night
I'm about to the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the music
the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two
And skated off with her for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn happened to Queens
Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that
We took our smoke out to Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with
That's St. Ide's in dunn
Spillin it on the for our dead people
While I spark the 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 fuckin up the
So, 'til it pipe
We going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
{*overlapped my Cormega's line*}

Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and fries
A crackhead fuck spent his bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time, a away from overdosin
My heart is broken, my man started smokin
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 physical unlike
I got my nikes thugged out and icy
Mad deep, out the Cocaine white Jeep
was strugglin, so I resume hustlin
Rap game or game my crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the and the D's on the corna still
we were born 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?