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 stop our
Straight up (for you bitches)
For my A.M. (for you crackheaded bitches)
My Ante 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 swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave bitch two wibbles
And off with her vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough, what happened to Queens
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 Colada champales mixed Dani'
That's St. in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the for our dead people
While I the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungs
we smoke, that shit only go around once
Dogs, we just killin
Somebody just got they shit twisted on the fuckin up the grind
So, 'til it down
We just going at sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
{*overlapped my Cormega's line*}

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 spliff away overdosin
My is broken, my man started smokin again
P, I the tunnel open again
I to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
Its to load up the autos 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
Through was strugglin, so I resume
Rap game or crack game my crew is still
Yo, three in the and the D's on the corna still
Seems we were to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
So we can jet Queens in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we rep thang, ya know?