Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G niggas
rite,
we be at cops nigga wat
G pack
yo the police
NYP new york pricks are
they stop our floss
up
? for my A.M. ?
dun
hit the the bootleggas

yo, yo dun we got guns in the
it's at night
im about to take the last swallow of the eases
who go 50 on the tree
we gotta at the store we need D batteries for the theme music
snatch the biscuits from out the
a cab lets take cracked out your lawns are solved
we that bitch 2 wibbles
then skated off with a vehicle for the
all outside the dun wat happened to queens
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 island
post it up by the
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
that saint oz is dun
it on the floor for our dead people
while I the sequal
my got lungs when we smoke
that shit go around once
dogs we just time
somebody got they shit twist
on the block fuckin up the so
till it pipe we jus blowin at the sluts
bitch i wanna fuck now

(cormega)
son im on the bench
eating chicken and french fries
a crackhead
spent his last on 6 dimes
im 1 gram from big
a away from overdosing
my heart is
my man started smoking
P i heard the tunnel open
i spoke to
he he gonna let both of us in
it's to load up the auto's and semi's
i wish my niggas bank was in a physical of life
i got my uptown
out and icey
mad
jumping out the cokehead jeep
through was
so i hustlin
rap game or game
my crew is still
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 show mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know