Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

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

yo, yo dun we got guns in the
it's at night
im about to take the swallow of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the tree
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 a vehicle for the pillow
all outside the borough dun wat happened to
sumthin in 1 2 1
farmers in 1
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a taste of that
we took our smoke out the coney
post it up by the
pina coladas, champeles mixed wit
saint oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the floor for our people
while I spark the
my niggas got lungs we smoke
that shit only go around
we just killing time
somebody just got they twist
on the block up the grind so
till it down we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i fuck rite now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating wings and french fries
a crackhead
his last bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 gram from big
a spliff away overdosing
my heart is
my man started again
P i heard the tunnel again
i to flex
he said he gonna let of us in
it's time to load up the auto's and
i my niggas bank was in a physical form of life
i got my nikes
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead white
was strugglin
so i hustlin
rap or crack game
my crew is bubblin
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
seems we were to kill
yo P me on the hill
so we jet through queens in SUV's
and these mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know