Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G niggas
rite,
we be shootin at cops wat
G pack
yo the police
NYP new york pricks are
can't stop our floss
up
? for my A.M. ?
dun
hit the bootleggas the

yo, yo dun we got in the grass
it's three at
im about to the last swallow of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the next
we gotta stop at the store we D batteries for the theme music
the biscuits from out the lawn
fuck a cab take cracked out your lawns are solved
we that bitch 2 wibbles
then skated off with a for the pillow
all the borough dun wat happened to queens
like in 1 2 1
in 1 sixteenth
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a of that greenery
we took our smoke out the coney
post it up by the
pina coladas, champeles mixed wit
that oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the floor for our people
while I the sequal
my got lungs when we smoke
that only go around once
we just killing time
somebody just got they shit
on the fuckin up the grind so
it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna rite now

(cormega)
son im on the high
eating chicken and french fries
a fuck
spent his bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 gram big time
a spliff away from
my is broken
my man started smoking
P i the tunnel open again
i to flex
he said he gonna let of us in
it's time to load up the auto's and
i wish my niggas bank was in a physical of life
i got my uptown
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead jeep
through was
so i hustlin
rap game or crack
my crew is still
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
seems we were born to
yo P meet me on the
so we could jet through queens in
and show these mothafuckas how we rep this ya know