Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G pack
rite,
we be shootin at cops wat
G niggas
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 guns in the
it's three at
im to take the last swallow of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the next
we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the music
snatch the biscuits out the lawn
fuck a cab lets take cracked out your lawns are
we that bitch 2 wibbles
then skated off with a vehicle for the
all outside the borough dun wat to queens
like in 1 2 1
in 1 sixteenth
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a taste of that
we our smoke out the coney island
it up by the himalaya
pina coladas, champeles mixed wit
that saint oz is dun
spillin it on the for our dead people
I spark the sequal
my got lungs when we smoke
shit only go around once
dogs we just time
somebody just got they shit
on the block fuckin up the so
till it pipe down we jus blowin at the
i wanna fuck rite now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating chicken wings and fries
a fuck
spent his last bucks on 6
im 1 from big time
a spliff from overdosing
my is broken
my man smoking again
P i heard the tunnel again
i to flex
he said he let both of us in
it's to load up the auto's and semi's
i wish my niggas was in a physical form of life
i got my nikes
thugged out and
mad
jumping out the cokehead white
through was
so i resumed
rap game or game
my crew is still
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
we were born to kill
yo P meet me on the
so we could jet through queens in
and show these mothafuckas how we rep thing ya know