Luyện nghe bài hát Three

[Prodigy and
For my niggas
Right,
Shooting at nigga what
For my niggas
Fuck the
N.Y.P.D. - New Pricks and Dicks
They stop our floss
Straight up (for you bitches)
For my A.M. (for you crackheaded bitches)
My Meridian niggaz; 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 take the swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta at the store
We need D batteries for the music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets take 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 of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada mixed with Dani'
That's St. in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the for our dead people
While I spark the sequel my niggaz got lungs
When we smoke, 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 just going at sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
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Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken and french fries
A fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big time, a away from overdosin
My heart is broken, my man started 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 autos and
I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form
I got my nikes thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine Jeep
was strugglin, so I resume hustlin
Rap game or crack my crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the and the D's on the corna still
Seems we were born to kill, yo P me on the hill
So we can jet through in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya