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 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 at the store we need D batteries for the theme music
snatch the from out the lawn
fuck a cab take cracked out your lawns are solved
we gave bitch 2 wibbles
then off with a vehicle for the pillow
all outside the borough dun wat to queens
like in 1 2 1
farmers in 1
got us on the B.Q.E.
just to get a taste of that
we our smoke out the coney island
post it up by the
pina coladas, champeles wit daney
that oz is dun lingle
spillin it on the floor for our dead
I spark the sequal
my niggas got lungs when we
that shit only go around
we just killing time
somebody got they shit twist
on the fuckin up the grind so
till it pipe down we jus blowin at the
i wanna fuck rite now

(cormega)
son im on the high
eating chicken wings and fries
a fuck
his last bucks on 6 dimes
im 1 gram big time
a spliff from overdosing
my heart is
my man started 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 and semi's
i wish my niggas bank was in a physical form of
i got my nikes
out and icey
mad
jumping out the cokehead white
was strugglin
so i hustlin
rap or crack game
my crew is still
yo 3 in the
and the D's on the corner
seems we were to kill
yo P meet me on the
so we jet through queens in SUV's
and show these mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya