Luyện nghe bài hát Three

(prodigy)

for my G niggas
rite,
we be shootin at cops wat
G niggas
yo fuck the
NYP new york pricks are
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 three at
im about to take the last of the eases jesus
who go 50 on the next
we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme
snatch the biscuits from out the
fuck a cab lets take out your lawns are solved
we gave that bitch 2
then skated off with a for the pillow
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 greenery
we took our smoke out the island
post it up by the
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
saint oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the for our dead people
while I spark the
my niggas got when we smoke
that shit go around once
dogs we just killing
just got they shit twist
on the block fuckin up the so
it pipe 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
spent his last bucks on 6
im 1 gram big time
a away from overdosing
my is broken
my man smoking again
P i the tunnel open again
i spoke to
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
out and icey
mad
jumping out the cokehead jeep
through was
so i hustlin
rap game or crack
my crew is bubblin
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
seems we born to kill
yo P me on the hill
so we could jet through in SUV's
and show mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know