Luyện nghe bài hát Three

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

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

Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six
I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from
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 bank was in a physical form 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 through in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we rep thang, ya know?